Gilly leant in close to Ziggy as he didn't want Weird overhearing him talking about Mick and how much he liked their guitarist. Unlike the singer, Gilly was shy and wasn't so open about things.

"His arms are nice. He snores like a fucking train but his hair--it looks so soft."

The drummer now gently carding his fingers through Mick's hair as he slept soundly. The strands were soft and Gilly felt butterflies in his stomach at doing this. It felt so good but he knew they could only touch Mick like this when he was asleep.

"I wonder what he's dreaming about."