[ 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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'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.
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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. ]