Yep. That's me. The guy named House who does houses. I'm surprised no one's made a joke about that, yet.
I'm nowhere near the school and not heading back any time soon. In case you missed the memo, all the cool kids are heading east.
[But it is on Charlie. House sings out the lyrics for the song, voice growing stronger as he becomes more comfortable doing this little back and forth, as pointless as it is. It's a way to pass the time while they walk. Nothing more. If Wilson is enjoying the impromptu concert, he'll do better to keep his mouth shut and not comment, of course.]
You know "Changes" by Black Sabbath? [It's a song he'd played and thought about a lot after Stacy. Not that he's going to mention that. Ever.] Impress me on that with your piano playing, and I'll think about calling you back for the next piano I find.
Ohh, yeah, to that place Tadpole found, right? Bummer, man. You're like, the only one who's any good at music around here.
[That's not entirely true. Some people did manage to jam with him on his public post, but he's yet to meet anyone else that simultaneously rocks and likes the same music as him.
When he hears House's next request, he just gives the other guy a smug look.]
Pfft, that's all it's gonna take to impress you? No problem. [And he starts up the song.]
In the past couple of days since that happened, Al has been frantically checking to make sure other people he knows are still around and posting to the network. But there's one grumpy doctor he hasn't seen in at least a few days. He knows this worry will likely get him mocked; and honestly, he almost hopes it does. At least that will mean House is here and alive to mock him.
But he's lost too many people, friends and acquaintances, and he's hurting too much to act like he doesn't still care if House lives or dies, even if he doesn't like him much as a person. Which is why he's calling first thing, voice low and more subdued than usual.]
Hey, it's-- it's Alphonse.
[Obviously.]
If you get this message, please would you get back to me? I haven't seen you around lately and I've been kind of worried.
[A pause, voice growing even softer.]
I hope you're okay.
[Even jerks like House don't deserve what happens in this place.]
don't you have people you actually care about to cry over or something? why is it so hard for you people to get that i'll turn up in the obits if i die?
when do we ever "get on" aren't you done with me? and of course you're crying you're contacting me because the obits went up and you saw names that made you sad so now you're contacting the people left that you know i'm not here to comfort you, kid
[Charlie would be offended by the B+ but he's never gotten a B+ on anything in his life. Plus, he knows he's not on his A game right now. He'll take it.]
Huh. Yeah, I guess so. Now that you mention it, most people around here are pretty young. Weird, right?
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