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.]
[ Given the amount of time they had been traveling together, Will had worked at shutting off his instinct to read House. Like keeping one eye constantly closed.
But he couldn't ignore the way his inner mind's eyes flashed, the pendulum swinging with a soft fhwum fhwum. It wasn't a full recreation of any given scene, but rather a soft tumble into a psyche not his own.
A man so driven by the impossible task of earning the recognition of an abusive father, that the failure to attain the impossible had shattered the child within. Leaving behind the fiercely independent man, determined to rely on noone but himself. Ultimately betrayed in that very basic need by his own body and then by the person he'd allowed in close.
In a weaker man the destruction of basic trusts could have lead down the path of a spree killer. However the strength of a good heart had instead turned that pain and rage towards the only acceptable subject; himself.
Already in a dangerously unhealthy position, Norfinbury had only added fuel to the self destructive fires. The urge was pitched beyond measure now, to destroy rather than surrender.
Only like it was back home, a good heart turned it inwards, rather than out. Despite what people saw from the outside, looking in. Inwards where his will was in command. Except Norfinbury was a living hell for almost all of them and no matter how desperately he bellowed out his demands, the pain didn't let up.
Which left the child still aching for recognition that wasn't coming, and the cycle started all over again.
House must be exhausted.
Will blinked rapidly a couple of times and then cast his gaze down and to the side. Giving ground to the raised hackles and bared teeth. Leaving House's snarls as the last words on the subject. ]
[House can tell Will is doing his thing, and watches him in cold silence for some comment. When the other man demurs, keeping what he's seen to himself, there's a note of gratitude that House swiftly crushes down and tosses aside. He'd had a plan to try to sow a few seeds of doubt that he really wanted to see his own end, and that really hasn't worked out.
The doctor just drops his own gaze and grabs the chew toy from out of his pack. Screw it. Will's already seen it, seen the teeth marks. House gnaws on that and goes back to stalking people on the network.]
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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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But he couldn't ignore the way his inner mind's eyes flashed, the pendulum swinging with a soft fhwum fhwum. It wasn't a full recreation of any given scene, but rather a soft tumble into a psyche not his own.
A man so driven by the impossible task of earning the recognition of an abusive father, that the failure to attain the impossible had shattered the child within. Leaving behind the fiercely independent man, determined to rely on noone but himself. Ultimately betrayed in that very basic need by his own body and then by the person he'd allowed in close.
In a weaker man the destruction of basic trusts could have lead down the path of a spree killer. However the strength of a good heart had instead turned that pain and rage towards the only acceptable subject; himself.
Already in a dangerously unhealthy position, Norfinbury had only added fuel to the self destructive fires. The urge was pitched beyond measure now, to destroy rather than surrender.
Only like it was back home, a good heart turned it inwards, rather than out. Despite what people saw from the outside, looking in. Inwards where his will was in command. Except Norfinbury was a living hell for almost all of them and no matter how desperately he bellowed out his demands, the pain didn't let up.
Which left the child still aching for recognition that wasn't coming, and the cycle started all over again.
House must be exhausted.
Will blinked rapidly a couple of times and then cast his gaze down and to the side. Giving ground to the raised hackles and bared teeth. Leaving House's snarls as the last words on the subject. ]
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The doctor just drops his own gaze and grabs the chew toy from out of his pack. Screw it. Will's already seen it, seen the teeth marks. House gnaws on that and goes back to stalking people on the network.]