[House closes his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck. There's a quiet sigh, but he doesn't sound particularly judgmental when he speaks.]
You know how to pick 'em, Graham Cracker. I'd say I'm surprised Holmes didn't pick up anything when he was traveling with Lecter, but I don't exactly chat with the guy on the regular. So maybe he did pick up something and he's keeping it close to the vest? [One can hope. House isn't going to count on it, though.] Even if he hasn't, we're getting down to the wire, and the wifey got offed not long ago and hasn't come back. He's gotta be keeping a close eye on his buddy boy.
[Like House would be on Wilson if Amber woke up and promptly died again.]
So, we stay out of it. Fine. Doubt Lecter's gonna need to pull the strings. As long as Beckett keeps his trap shut, we're good.
[ It was tempting to point out that Molly had been a good choice. But the truth was he had been the bad choice for her and he'd been selfish to let her make it. Will had never been cut out for a normal life, a normal family and he'd been fooling himself to think he could exist with one.
But he was simply grateful that the older man didn't appear disgusted with the weakness Will showed in this area. He believed that if House had been put off, he'd say so. ]
Hannibal is very good at hiding, especially when he can see a person's blind spot. Holmes has a huge one and I have no doubt Hannibal positioned himself right into it.
[ Reaching up, Will brushed his hand across his face, trying to chase off a headache. ]
I agree. We stay out of it, hope Beckett stays quiet. Though I expect he'd rather put me in his cross-hairs. I expect to have to sing for my supper, so to speak.
[There's more irritation in House's tone this time. He's not used to being beholden to people. In fact, House chooses brutal honesty most of the time to avoid this kind of situation. It's not a good place to be.]
He's staying quiet for now, and I haven't gotten any messages with the cryborg or Angelcakes yelling at me, so I assume he hasn't told them anything. Or at least not much. Not sure if he's plotting something, though.
[Ha ha ha... that might have played a minor role in his little breakdown earlier. If Beckett had been right... but he's not. House is fairly certain of that.]
And he needs to protect me from that. Pretty sure the guy thinks I'm some kinda fellow vamp or whatever. That or he's real sweet on me.
[ Given the tenor of their earlier conversation, Will studied House's profile for a moment as he turned the words over and over in his head. ]
For what it's worth. [ He began. ] Despite how deeply Hannibal is in my mind, I don't believe I ever lost my humanity. [ Which was probably the first positive thing Will has said about himself in all these situations. House could take that for what it was worth to him. ]
Another victim of Hannibal's, his psychiatrist actually a woman named Bedelia, was talking with me once and she brought up what it meant to come across an injured bird. How for her, now, she felt only the urge to crush it. I know in myself, that my instinct is still to help it.
[ He looked over towards the shadows pensively for a moment. ]
I don't know if we can say I survived Hannibal, with my humanity intact, because we both know I didn't survive in the end. But you will get out of this, House and you will survive and your humanity is not in question. It goes too deep in you and you have people to guide you.
[ He was thinking of Wilson, Ecks, Ginger, Quark. There were others, but Will could be something of a jealous brat as well.
His lips twitched, and tilted his head, giving his friend a tired but sassy look out of the corner of his eye. ]
[House thinks about the conversation he'd had with Hannibal before all this, asking him how to stop Will from trying to kill himself in the suit. He'd called Will Hannibal's shattered teacup and referred to himself as the broken bird. It's funny how metaphors come full circle.
It's easier to focus in on the last comment than any of the heavier ones. House sighs, mock-dramatic.]
At least now I know what it's like being a rock star. Groupies, man.
[ The comment caused Will to chuckle softly, and though he didn't actually sing he did speak poetry in something resembling time to the rhythm. ]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat'
[ He smirked then and leaned his head back against the wall. ]
Except you hate that kind of fawning attention. Not at first, I mean what person doesn't enjoying a good fawning, but eventually it gets intrusive, with no substance.
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.]
I'm told I do a good Jiminy Cricket. [ There was no point raising to the sharp response. He'd courted it with being too invasive in one conversation.
Instead, he closed his eyes with his head tipped back. It was tempting to make some snarkish stereotypical psychoanalytical comment, but Will really didn't feel the need to get the last word in with House.
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You know how to pick 'em, Graham Cracker. I'd say I'm surprised Holmes didn't pick up anything when he was traveling with Lecter, but I don't exactly chat with the guy on the regular. So maybe he did pick up something and he's keeping it close to the vest? [One can hope. House isn't going to count on it, though.] Even if he hasn't, we're getting down to the wire, and the wifey got offed not long ago and hasn't come back. He's gotta be keeping a close eye on his buddy boy.
[Like House would be on Wilson if Amber woke up and promptly died again.]
So, we stay out of it. Fine. Doubt Lecter's gonna need to pull the strings. As long as Beckett keeps his trap shut, we're good.
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But he was simply grateful that the older man didn't appear disgusted with the weakness Will showed in this area. He believed that if House had been put off, he'd say so. ]
Hannibal is very good at hiding, especially when he can see a person's blind spot. Holmes has a huge one and I have no doubt Hannibal positioned himself right into it.
[ Reaching up, Will brushed his hand across his face, trying to chase off a headache. ]
I agree. We stay out of it, hope Beckett stays quiet. Though I expect he'd rather put me in his cross-hairs. I expect to have to sing for my supper, so to speak.
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[There's more irritation in House's tone this time. He's not used to being beholden to people. In fact, House chooses brutal honesty most of the time to avoid this kind of situation. It's not a good place to be.]
He's staying quiet for now, and I haven't gotten any messages with the cryborg or Angelcakes yelling at me, so I assume he hasn't told them anything. Or at least not much. Not sure if he's plotting something, though.
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[ He glanced over and couldn't help asking. ]
What was the subject of your riot act?
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[Ha ha ha... that might have played a minor role in his little breakdown earlier. If Beckett had been right... but he's not. House is fairly certain of that.]
And he needs to protect me from that. Pretty sure the guy thinks I'm some kinda fellow vamp or whatever. That or he's real sweet on me.
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For what it's worth. [ He began. ] Despite how deeply Hannibal is in my mind, I don't believe I ever lost my humanity. [ Which was probably the first positive thing Will has said about himself in all these situations. House could take that for what it was worth to him. ]
Another victim of Hannibal's, his psychiatrist actually a woman named Bedelia, was talking with me once and she brought up what it meant to come across an injured bird. How for her, now, she felt only the urge to crush it. I know in myself, that my instinct is still to help it.
[ He looked over towards the shadows pensively for a moment. ]
I don't know if we can say I survived Hannibal, with my humanity intact, because we both know I didn't survive in the end. But you will get out of this, House and you will survive and your humanity is not in question. It goes too deep in you and you have people to guide you.
[ He was thinking of Wilson, Ecks, Ginger, Quark. There were others, but Will could be something of a jealous brat as well.
His lips twitched, and tilted his head, giving his friend a tired but sassy look out of the corner of his eye. ]
But I definitely believe he's sweet on you.
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It's easier to focus in on the last comment than any of the heavier ones. House sighs, mock-dramatic.]
At least now I know what it's like being a rock star. Groupies, man.
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'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat'
[ He smirked then and leaned his head back against the wall. ]
Except you hate that kind of fawning attention. Not at first, I mean what person doesn't enjoying a good fawning, but eventually it gets intrusive, with no substance.
[action]
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.]
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Instead, he closed his eyes with his head tipped back. It was tempting to make some snarkish stereotypical psychoanalytical comment, but Will really didn't feel the need to get the last word in with House.
He'd overstepped. He'd accept his punishment. ]