[House swears under his breath. He has a pair of hand towels draped on the sink that he was planning to use to dry off with, but he waits for the sound of the closet door closing to peek out from behind the curtain and snag them. It takes him about half a minute to dry down everything below the belt sufficiently.
With his underwear and jeans on, House steps out of the tub and can actually calm down. It's his leg that he doesn't want... well, it's not like there's anything wrong with it anymore, but the paranoia lingers. If Lutha happens to step in now, he'll at least be dealing with a half-dressed man who's bone skinny and dragging on layers of clothes as quickly as possible.]
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With his underwear and jeans on, House steps out of the tub and can actually calm down. It's his leg that he doesn't want... well, it's not like there's anything wrong with it anymore, but the paranoia lingers. If Lutha happens to step in now, he'll at least be dealing with a half-dressed man who's bone skinny and dragging on layers of clothes as quickly as possible.]