[network][Day 138|video|@hotstud_xxx] You Get What You Need [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[There's no pithy commentary from House as is more common for the introductions to one of his piano sessions. It's also on video at the moment because House... can't figure out how to change it to just audio. He really hates this particular effect. So, anyone in Snowhell who has yet to actually see Dr. Hotstud House will get a view of him. He's a haggard, middle-aged man who's looking closer to just plain 'aged' after more than three months in Norfinbury. He has the tablet propped up where the sheet music would usually go, and keeps his eyes down or closed as he begins to play. He mouths some of the words, brows furrowed and body swaying to the music.

He runs through that. And then, because he's not going to be able to play and 'talk' to people at the same time, he moves into another tune before stopping and checking for responses.]

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[headjacked]

How do you feel about "Sweet Home Alabama?"

[ Names, places he doesn't recognize, but. Classics are classics. These are technically ancients, but shush. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[Well, he's liking your taste in 'ancients' more and more, Rhys. He gets a thumbs up and House begins the intro for the song. Apparently, one place they can actually get along is the realm of music. It is, after all, universal.

And since Rhys has already proved he knows the Eagles, House queues up the next song for him slowly, waiting to see if he'll sing for it.]

[headjacked]

[ He does. Oh, he does -- this is an especially good one.

But partway through, he stumbles, and it's obviously more than a lyrical goof. It's pain that a handful of aspirin can't touch.

Rhys recovers eventually, though, and hopes they can just keep jamming. It's weirdly nice. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[ Obligingly, House replays some of the lines until Rhys can keep going. At the end, though, he's eyeing the tablet. Instead of going into the next set, the points at the tablet, then grasps one of his wrists, grimacing in apparent pain, before raising a hand and his brows questioningly.

Are you in pain, Rhysie? ]

[headjacked]

Just a little, yeah.

[ Rhys sucks in a quick breath. ]

Might need a short break.

[rubikscomplex]

[Well, he doesn't actually feel that bad for you, Rhys. Suck it.

Except you have been an acceptable musical companion. He nods his head and gestures for Rhys to take his time. And then begins to play something he might still recognize, but that House really doesn't expect him to sing.]