no subject

[About half a lecture on how to treat a proper lady is typed out on Clayton's tablet before he realizes that it's a wasted effort. The hell does House care. House don't give two fucks. The only fucks House gives would be if he actually got a rise out of him, and Clayton refuses to give him that satisfaction--not while he has the saving grace of text. He deletes the original message, resolves to have that stern talking to when they're face-to-face and House can't run away from it, and starts fresh.]

And here I was, worrying about making my group behave. Please contain yourselves while I'm gone. I don't have the supplies to patch all of you up.