She's beautiful when she laughs - something he'd say to any girl but her (yet, his mind fills in quietly). Every time it catches him off guard enough that he has to stop and watch, smiling in return but quiet.
He knows about her dead husband, just like she knows about his seminary past, and his parents. None of it through normal channels: closeness, smalltalk, shared experience. No, their deepest secrets are thrown around like currency whenever House wants to broker a response. In some ways it makes the revealing curses the city throws at them all feel like something he's done before. A manifestation of the same. And he can't say he understands that kind of loss, but he does know the ways in which pain changes you. The walls you learn to put up. He keeps himself closed, too, but there's something in him that still believes in love and trust.
"I've got thumbs right now," he observes, wiggling one as he feeds himself the last mouthful of sushi roll. "I was hoping the same condition might go along with talking about what happened the other night."
if you moved a million miles away / I'd still visit you every day
He knows about her dead husband, just like she knows about his seminary past, and his parents. None of it through normal channels: closeness, smalltalk, shared experience. No, their deepest secrets are thrown around like currency whenever House wants to broker a response. In some ways it makes the revealing curses the city throws at them all feel like something he's done before. A manifestation of the same. And he can't say he understands that kind of loss, but he does know the ways in which pain changes you. The walls you learn to put up. He keeps himself closed, too, but there's something in him that still believes in love and trust.
"I've got thumbs right now," he observes, wiggling one as he feeds himself the last mouthful of sushi roll. "I was hoping the same condition might go along with talking about what happened the other night."