'Shipping chart?' [ Will asked in an obviously bemused tone. ] How bored were people that such a thing was invented?
[ He kind of knows the answer to that, long nights in Norfinbury where it was mentally and emotionally detrimental to navel gaze too long. Sometimes the games and the ridiculous helped people make it through the night.
He isn't going to admit it, but now he's kinda curious. He may circle back on this, some other night when it was a little more appropriate. ] So long as we don't end up on a dart board, I wouldn't mind so much.
[ He concluded. A breath then and another before House made his statement. Will appreciated that it was a statement and not a question, and he didn't bristle at the diagnosis. He briefly considered given details about what was going on, only because he knew House enjoyed evidence.
But he also suspected that right this minute House could benefit from focusing some of that healing on himself, rather than trying to glue Will back together. They both needed a bit of balance from each other.
So he nodded where his head was pressed against his friend's shoulder. Confirming and also silently leaving the door open if House wanted to ask but not offering too much information at the moment. The thought of music was definitely appealing, except it would come with the need for them to move.
It was hard, harder than usually to try to mentally reel himself back -he was still clinging, sorry House- but Will gave another nod. ]
Music would be nice, and that would be easier than asking you to sing. [ And it could be a benefit to both of them, rather than House having to navigate through song lyrics. ]
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[ He kind of knows the answer to that, long nights in Norfinbury where it was mentally and emotionally detrimental to navel gaze too long. Sometimes the games and the ridiculous helped people make it through the night.
He isn't going to admit it, but now he's kinda curious. He may circle back on this, some other night when it was a little more appropriate. ] So long as we don't end up on a dart board, I wouldn't mind so much.
[ He concluded. A breath then and another before House made his statement. Will appreciated that it was a statement and not a question, and he didn't bristle at the diagnosis. He briefly considered given details about what was going on, only because he knew House enjoyed evidence.
But he also suspected that right this minute House could benefit from focusing some of that healing on himself, rather than trying to glue Will back together. They both needed a bit of balance from each other.
So he nodded where his head was pressed against his friend's shoulder. Confirming and also silently leaving the door open if House wanted to ask but not offering too much information at the moment. The thought of music was definitely appealing, except it would come with the need for them to move.
It was hard, harder than usually to try to mentally reel himself back -he was still clinging, sorry House- but Will gave another nod. ]
Music would be nice, and that would be easier than asking you to sing. [ And it could be a benefit to both of them, rather than House having to navigate through song lyrics. ]