I was saving your delicate sensibilities. One of the chicks asked for birth control. They're having sex with Watson and wanna make sure they can't have his spawn.
[Let's talk about your least favorite person, Will. That's a better topic.]
Sometimes it was detrimental to try to push a conversation. It gave the other man too much leeway to spin away from the topic at hand, and you ended up further away from the point than when you began.
Sometimes you had to poke and then retreat. Live to poke another day. Will suspected that might be part of what made trying to communicate with House so challenging. It was a constant juggling act, and in Will's experience most people didn't give enough of a fuck to work at it. ]
I'm a judgemental little prick you know that. If you're going to go smear yourself with Watson cooties I need to pick up some disinfectant or something.
You misunderstand me. [ Will said, tossing aside his bit of rubble and drawing his knees upwards so he could rest his arms atop them. ]
I can barely stand to listen to anyone. [ He lifted one hand and began to tick off names. ] Hannibal, Molly, Alana, Jack, Abigail and you. Oh look, I've reached the need to use two hands.
The rest of the world, whether they be male, female, or other? Being around them is like being wrapped in a blanket of cut glass.
[ Will paused and after a second, he lowered the one finger raised on his other hand, so he was only holding up five. ] Pull Jack off that list. I believed in him, at one time and I cared about him, but he was never interested in me as a person.
[There's an uncomfortable sort of thrill when House is named off as one of the people Will doesn't mind for company. That's ridiculous, of course, and House has no desire to act like some sort of eager puppy around the younger man. He shoves it aside to deal with later.]
Well, in that case, yeah. Usually you have to be around them. I mean, unless you wanna cyber with her. I can dig that.
[ Will's lips twitched and he couldn't resist the obvious joke; even if it was aimed at himself. ]
Even my dick's not long enough to reach someone in another room. Cybering would still involve interacting. I'll leave that to you and make a note to tease you about condoms and pregnancy tests after the fact.
[ Nope. He has not forgotten that!
The ex-profiler wasn't going to try to hold back the conversation and make hay out of his comment, listing House among people he could tolerate. It was the truth and Will wasn't entirely sure why or when, but he did know that he could breath when he was around House. And he knew enough about his own fragile mental state to realize how rare it was to feel comfortable around someone.
It was the thing that gave him pause when he planned out how to make sure he ended up in the suit. There was no fear of pain or death. Even though he knew Hannibal was not going to be pleased, he also understood that the doctor's curiosity would bring him back around.
But House?
Losing House was going to hurt, and hurt in a way that he was particularly vulnerable too. ]
[ He'd eventually heard about it from Alana. She had thought she was doing the right thing, letting him know. Will was of two minds on the subject. Part of him agreed with her and part of him wished he'd never known. ]
[ House, it may be best to never try to follow Mason Verger's line of reasoning. Hannibal, yes. Mason, no. ]
Apparently the child went full term but was not viable.
[ He speaks with a calm, clinical detachment. He had gone through his mourning period back when Margot first "lost" the pregnancy and he had never actually seen the baby. ]
Mason Verger was a unique kind of sadist, with an extremely unsettling attachment to pigs.
[The clinical detachment still has House sobering. He glances down at his tablet, Peter's message the last thing he saw there.]
I'm sorry.
[For Will's psyche, mostly. And whoever the woman was who had that happen to her. Because that would be some kind of insane medical breakthrough if that had actually worked.]
[ Oddly enough, Will found himself ... appreciative of the sympathy shown. He gave a small nod, then leaned back against the wall. ]
It was probably a mercy. [ He said, after a moment. ] I'm no genetic material jackpot, and even if Margot was nowhere near the psychopath her brother was; I wouldn't wish any child, let alone a child of mine, into that theater of misery.
Mason Verger was true evil. [ Will continued, in a soft voice. ] Hannibal is ... Hannibal, but I could sit here and walk you through everything that made him, who he is; from the abuse of his childhood and on.
Mason was a man who delighted in cruelty. Pain and death weren't enough for him, he bathed himself in pure cruelty.
[House picks up his tablet and sets it to play on the video that Peter sent. It shows where Peter has cut the names of his friends into his arm, the wound still fresh, some of the deeper incisions still welling with blood. There are also the observations House made about the Pit carved into the man's arm.]
I was gonna do it myself, just in case they wiped our memories. He literally begged me to let him use my scalpel to do it, instead. I told him no. He said he'd give me a bunch of music. I said no. So, he offered a no-questions-asked, drop-everything favor.
[House shrugs.]
My prize. [He sounds just thrilled about it.] Guess he thought I wanted to up the ante from cutting to suicide.
[ Will didn't immediately respond. Instead, he took time to look at the video closely and also to absorb what House was saying.
And what he wasn't saying. ]
Quill is a study in emotional extremes, House. He's trying to function under an impossible guilt complex and he's torn between wanting to be a hero and wanting to be a villain.
[ Looking down, Will reached up and pulled his glasses off his face, rubbing at the bridge of his nose for a moment. ]
You're going to court extreme displays, when you poke at him.
[It's petulant, but it's true, so there. House has some mild sense of self-preservation very occasionally, and going after the guy who's claimed to want to murder him is a bad idea.]
I was even nice to the cat.
[So that he can torment her with it later. Details.]
I wasn't trying to push his buttons. [It comes as a snap now, House digging in his heels. If he were a dog, his ears would be back and his hackles would be raised.] I didn't even want him to do that to himself. I told him not to. He's a moron.
I don't need people to spare me pain. I know how to deal with it.
[The physical kind much better than the other kinds.]
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I was saving your delicate sensibilities. One of the chicks asked for birth control. They're having sex with Watson and wanna make sure they can't have his spawn.
[Let's talk about your least favorite person, Will. That's a better topic.]
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Will just gave House a look. ]
You'd be giggling like a school boy of that was the case and you'd still be talking with her trying to get details.
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[Will's going to have to try a different tactic. House can spin this conversation in circles for a while if he has to.]
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Sometimes it was detrimental to try to push a conversation. It gave the other man too much leeway to spin away from the topic at hand, and you ended up further away from the point than when you began.
Sometimes you had to poke and then retreat. Live to poke another day. Will suspected that might be part of what made trying to communicate with House so challenging. It was a constant juggling act, and in Will's experience most people didn't give enough of a fuck to work at it. ]
I'm a judgemental little prick you know that. If you're going to go smear yourself with Watson cooties I need to pick up some disinfectant or something.
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[Technically. Sort of. House's expression tightens for a moment as he says that before smoothing over to nonchalance.]
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While he worked it over in his head, Will decided to toss out a gutterball.
Literally. ]
Besides, I thought you were aiming higher these days. Going for that goddess ass?
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[Good. They're getting away from uncomfortable topics.]
You saw her, right? Tell me you wouldn't tap that if she came knocking.
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Will gave the matter some thought, before asking the important question. ]
Do I have to listen to her?
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It's 3151--give or take--we've had to listen to them for centuries. They can even vote now.
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I can barely stand to listen to anyone. [ He lifted one hand and began to tick off names. ] Hannibal, Molly, Alana, Jack, Abigail and you. Oh look, I've reached the need to use two hands.
The rest of the world, whether they be male, female, or other? Being around them is like being wrapped in a blanket of cut glass.
[ Will paused and after a second, he lowered the one finger raised on his other hand, so he was only holding up five. ] Pull Jack off that list. I believed in him, at one time and I cared about him, but he was never interested in me as a person.
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Well, in that case, yeah. Usually you have to be around them. I mean, unless you wanna cyber with her. I can dig that.
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Even my dick's not long enough to reach someone in another room. Cybering would still involve interacting. I'll leave that to you and make a note to tease you about condoms and pregnancy tests after the fact.
[ Nope. He has not forgotten that!
The ex-profiler wasn't going to try to hold back the conversation and make hay out of his comment, listing House among people he could tolerate. It was the truth and Will wasn't entirely sure why or when, but he did know that he could breath when he was around House. And he knew enough about his own fragile mental state to realize how rare it was to feel comfortable around someone.
It was the thing that gave him pause when he planned out how to make sure he ended up in the suit. There was no fear of pain or death. Even though he knew Hannibal was not going to be pleased, he also understood that the doctor's curiosity would bring him back around.
But House?
Losing House was going to hurt, and hurt in a way that he was particularly vulnerable too. ]
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[ He'd eventually heard about it from Alana. She had thought she was doing the right thing, letting him know. Will was of two minds on the subject. Part of him agreed with her and part of him wished he'd never known. ]
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Someone tried to have a pig play surrogate for a human fetus?
[That's actually a fascinating notion. Horrifying, particularly if Will's involved in this somehow, but... still...]
Guessing that didn't go so well.
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Apparently the child went full term but was not viable.
[ He speaks with a calm, clinical detachment. He had gone through his mourning period back when Margot first "lost" the pregnancy and he had never actually seen the baby. ]
Mason Verger was a unique kind of sadist, with an extremely unsettling attachment to pigs.
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I'm sorry.
[For Will's psyche, mostly. And whoever the woman was who had that happen to her. Because that would be some kind of insane medical breakthrough if that had actually worked.]
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It was probably a mercy. [ He said, after a moment. ] I'm no genetic material jackpot, and even if Margot was nowhere near the psychopath her brother was; I wouldn't wish any child, let alone a child of mine, into that theater of misery.
Mason Verger was true evil. [ Will continued, in a soft voice. ] Hannibal is ... Hannibal, but I could sit here and walk you through everything that made him, who he is; from the abuse of his childhood and on.
Mason was a man who delighted in cruelty. Pain and death weren't enough for him, he bathed himself in pure cruelty.
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[Look at him! He pays attention when you talk at him, Will. House rubs the back of his neck, still looking away.]
Quill wants me to tell him the best way to off himself. He started freaking out when I told him no.
[Hannibal's advice flits through his thoughts in the moment.
'Make him believe that you are looking for a way that will not end in your death.'
This seems like as good an opportunity as any.]
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Yes. Under the influences of some extremely powerful drugs and Hannibal's suggestions.
[ Will was of two minds about that incident. On the one hand, it was pretty sweet retribution. On the other ... his innocent dogs!!!
But any thoughts of the past fade to the background as House offers up what had been happening with Quill. ]
Why would he ask you such a thing?
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I was gonna do it myself, just in case they wiped our memories. He literally begged me to let him use my scalpel to do it, instead. I told him no. He said he'd give me a bunch of music. I said no. So, he offered a no-questions-asked, drop-everything favor.
[House shrugs.]
My prize. [He sounds just thrilled about it.] Guess he thought I wanted to up the ante from cutting to suicide.
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And what he wasn't saying. ]
Quill is a study in emotional extremes, House. He's trying to function under an impossible guilt complex and he's torn between wanting to be a hero and wanting to be a villain.
[ Looking down, Will reached up and pulled his glasses off his face, rubbing at the bridge of his nose for a moment. ]
You're going to court extreme displays, when you poke at him.
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[It's petulant, but it's true, so there. House has some mild sense of self-preservation very occasionally, and going after the guy who's claimed to want to murder him is a bad idea.]
I was even nice to the cat.
[So that he can torment her with it later. Details.]
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House, you push people's' buttons, it's what you do. But some of the people aren't going to hold up well under that kind of prodding.
It can't surprise you that much when someone shatters under that kind of pressure?
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I don't need people to spare me pain. I know how to deal with it.
[The physical kind much better than the other kinds.]
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