So, you're blaming me for something that happens, what? Three freaking years in the future? Yeah, that seems fair.
[He can't compete with a dead lover. Wilson is going to want to go to her, memory issues or not. He wants out of these tunnels, and he wants her. There's only one thing to do: Push him away before he leaves.]
Whatever. [House waves a hand dismissively.] Go deliver the food and then run away to play her hero, Don Juan. Like I care. I was fine for four months without you, and you've done practically nothing since you got here apart from cut down some webbing.
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So, you're blaming me for something that happens, what? Three freaking years in the future? Yeah, that seems fair.
[He can't compete with a dead lover. Wilson is going to want to go to her, memory issues or not. He wants out of these tunnels, and he wants her. There's only one thing to do: Push him away before he leaves.]
Whatever. [House waves a hand dismissively.] Go deliver the food and then run away to play her hero, Don Juan. Like I care. I was fine for four months without you, and you've done practically nothing since you got here apart from cut down some webbing.