Rhys gives House a jaundiced look, and leans against the counter. "All in the context." He'll take the teasing, even if he's not quite in the mood to retort, right now. No matter how fucked up his relationship with pain was, he hadn't enjoyed being scalped and scarred more than anyone else.

And then he lets House talk. Wrapped up in his own thoughts, about thirty years of failure and loss and the hell that the imaginary future had been for him (he wasn't there and it was his fault, until he realizes the other man is done and that he should probably say something to indicate he's still awake and following.

"Guess that's usually the best thing to do when you're stuck. Go back to what you've got. Cover it again, see what you missed." He pats himself down as if looking for a smoke.

"Fuck knows there's plenty of ghosts and corpses here, if we want to start digging."