[He tries to master himself, to plant his feet firmly and stop his heart from racing. House wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve and takes long, deep breaths, as he schools his expression to an annoyed glare. He knows better than to push his luck too much here and keeps his mallet up just in case. What the hell is he going to do now? His pack is over by the couch and while most of his important things have been taken out, there's still crap in there he doesn't want Joker getting ahold of.
Although... there are some potential peace offerings.
If Joker takes a closer look at him in the dimness, he might notice dark stains along the inside thigh of his jeans, extending down almost to the knee. The stains are more visible from the back, along with a tear in the jeans that he's 'patched' with packing tape.
After another moment, House points at Joker, and then directs his finger further down the couch. Move. Away.]
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Although... there are some potential peace offerings.
If Joker takes a closer look at him in the dimness, he might notice dark stains along the inside thigh of his jeans, extending down almost to the knee. The stains are more visible from the back, along with a tear in the jeans that he's 'patched' with packing tape.
After another moment, House points at Joker, and then directs his finger further down the couch. Move. Away.]