The truth was, House wasn't sure who he was trying to reassure by announcing that he was the same House - Cuddy and Wilson, or himself. He sure as hell didn't feel like the same person this past week. There were plenty of factors he could find to blame for that: the meds, the unfamiliar setting, the huge change he'd made in his life, the fact that he was surrounded by other mentally ill patients. But external blame or not, that still didn't take away from how much he felt like an empty shell rather than a complete person.
He didn't look too impressed when Cuddy rested her hand on his, though he didn't pull his hand away. The exchange Wilson and Cuddy then had made House snort in spite of himself. He knew what they were trying to do and in a way, he did appreciate it. The conversation about Wilson and the nurses and life not being interesting without House around was, after all, familiar.
"You are not," House replied matter of factly to Wilson's claim he was over dating nurses. "The only time you'll ever get over dating nurses is when they stop coming to you with sob stories and a shoulder they need to cry on."
"Which always lands me in trouble in some way," Wilson admitted. "Which is why I'm over dating them."
"Oh, please," House retorted. "You're about as clever at learning new tricks as a senile dog when it comes to things like that." Cuddy mentioning Chase and Cameron reminded him of something, though. He turned to her. "I guess me being here means I missed the Chase and Cameron shenanigan smackdown. I was looking forward to being a spectator to that, too."
He had been, too, when he'd told Cuddy about Chase and Cameron over dinner in the b&b. But the sudden reminder of the b&b immediately drew his memory to what unfolded that night there, up in the bathroom. He suddenly wished he hadn't brought it up now. He reached for his coffee and took another sip.
"Chase and Cameron have been porning up Princeton-Plainsboro," he informed Wilson, seeing he knew Wilson would probably ask what he was talking about if Cuddy hadn't already told him. "I caught them in the janitor's closet last week." He sipped more of his coffee and added in a more sullen tone, "Seems like more than a week ago now."
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He didn't look too impressed when Cuddy rested her hand on his, though he didn't pull his hand away. The exchange Wilson and Cuddy then had made House snort in spite of himself. He knew what they were trying to do and in a way, he did appreciate it. The conversation about Wilson and the nurses and life not being interesting without House around was, after all, familiar.
"You are not," House replied matter of factly to Wilson's claim he was over dating nurses. "The only time you'll ever get over dating nurses is when they stop coming to you with sob stories and a shoulder they need to cry on."
"Which always lands me in trouble in some way," Wilson admitted. "Which is why I'm over dating them."
"Oh, please," House retorted. "You're about as clever at learning new tricks as a senile dog when it comes to things like that." Cuddy mentioning Chase and Cameron reminded him of something, though. He turned to her. "I guess me being here means I missed the Chase and Cameron shenanigan smackdown. I was looking forward to being a spectator to that, too."
He had been, too, when he'd told Cuddy about Chase and Cameron over dinner in the b&b. But the sudden reminder of the b&b immediately drew his memory to what unfolded that night there, up in the bathroom. He suddenly wished he hadn't brought it up now. He reached for his coffee and took another sip.
"Chase and Cameron have been porning up Princeton-Plainsboro," he informed Wilson, seeing he knew Wilson would probably ask what he was talking about if Cuddy hadn't already told him. "I caught them in the janitor's closet last week." He sipped more of his coffee and added in a more sullen tone, "Seems like more than a week ago now."