[When was the last time he even held someone's hand when he wasn't freaking out? Ecks, maybe? Quark? Ginger in Miller's cells? House can't remember. It's been long enough that the simple connection is almost foreign to him. It's associated with trauma, with fear. There's fear here, of course. He can't really dispute the words Will's saying. He's seen the divide, as well. It's like the lights or the lines. Except this time, most people made the wrong choice, were marked for the crappier side of things.
Will picks himself up and leans over House and the doctors stares up at him, momentarily frozen. This conversation is going to end one of two ways. His lizard brain, the part that works only on fear, on a sense of danger, on a need to protect against all hurt says to rebuff Will. Laugh it off. Change the topic. Just straight out tell the other man to lie down and go to sleep.
But there's another option here.
House stays where he is, but he turns his hand, laces his fingers with Will's. Yeah, this is stupid, but he's never made particularly good life choices.]
You realize you're just giving me a challenge right?
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Will picks himself up and leans over House and the doctors stares up at him, momentarily frozen. This conversation is going to end one of two ways. His lizard brain, the part that works only on fear, on a sense of danger, on a need to protect against all hurt says to rebuff Will. Laugh it off. Change the topic. Just straight out tell the other man to lie down and go to sleep.
But there's another option here.
House stays where he is, but he turns his hand, laces his fingers with Will's. Yeah, this is stupid, but he's never made particularly good life choices.]
You realize you're just giving me a challenge right?