[House's words about selfishness, about self-loathing and cowardice, still scrape at the inside of his head if he lets them, and he reaches for the bottle again, thinking just one more swig.]
...I write letters, y'know. Home.
Even though I think this is my life now, I still got things I wish I could've said.
no subject
[He lays back down again, curling up carefully.]
Lot to set straight.
[House's words about selfishness, about self-loathing and cowardice, still scrape at the inside of his head if he lets them, and he reaches for the bottle again, thinking just one more swig.]
...I write letters, y'know. Home.
Even though I think this is my life now, I still got things I wish I could've said.