Thank you for telling me what I feel. Where would I be without you? [Dead. Most certainly dead.

House flicks at some of the crumbs from his peanut butter cracker.]

I'm going back to sleep, unless you have any other earth-shattering revelations to share. [God he hopes Will doesn't. He's tapping into the reserve of emotional energy for today, and he's going to want to have nothing to do with anyone tomorrow, probably, to recharge.]