[ Oddly enough, of the many horror shows he'd witnessed over the years and the amount of times he'd been chemically altered, Will was not as experienced with drug abuse as one might think.

It took him up to the moment where House rubbed his brow, for the younger man to see the pallor to his skin, the sunken bruising beneath his cheekbones and eyes. The sweat. Even then, Will's mind didn't make the jump. After all, they all looked like shit these days. ]

I ... can't even imagine such a thing. [ Will eventually admitted. ] He asked me once, how I marked time and I told him that time for me fell into two categories; before him and after him.

We've been blurred for so long. [ He looked down and sighed, the glance giving him a quick look at House's other hand and ... was it, trembling? ]