It's a weird holiday. Non religious but stuffed with god values and moralistic overtones to make an invading population feel better about their history. As a principle it should be right up Cameron's street, except he thinks she did almost the same as him: ran away from anything too close to bad memories, home and family alike. It's not exactly a similarity to toast.
He stretches out, his crossed feet edging against one leg of her chair. "And when somebody asks why two of the best qualified doctors in the place are watching a guy sleep?"
It's not a real objection, though he checks his pager at his belt just to be sure that if there is a worthier cause one or the other of them can get to it. The cycles of insanity followed by boredom in this place aren't too far removed from home, although at home they'd have Wilson locked up, not laid out.
"I've got Eden babysitting House, now she's snapped out of whatever was getting to her. Should have told her to stay, we could have a party right here."
☞ and they won't pretend that they're too busy or that they're not alone
He stretches out, his crossed feet edging against one leg of her chair. "And when somebody asks why two of the best qualified doctors in the place are watching a guy sleep?"
It's not a real objection, though he checks his pager at his belt just to be sure that if there is a worthier cause one or the other of them can get to it. The cycles of insanity followed by boredom in this place aren't too far removed from home, although at home they'd have Wilson locked up, not laid out.
"I've got Eden babysitting House, now she's snapped out of whatever was getting to her. Should have told her to stay, we could have a party right here."