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House sank into a chair in the clinic and dropped his forehead to the table. Well. If he wasn't the leper of love. Not only had he managed to destroy his own relationship, but Chase and Jay's as well! That had to be some sort of record. Maybe he should just go around and start touching people who seemed happy and in love, see what happened.
"I am Midas," he muttered to himself. "Everything I touch turns to shit."
He needed a distraction. He was almost vaguely hoping that Jay would show up and beat the crap out of him; that would do quite well. But at least he wasn't so far gone that he was hoping the detox would come quicker. He wasn't a complete masochist.
Forehead still firmly against the edge of the table, he stared down at his shoes and started to half sing, half mumble under his breath. "When I was just a baby, my mama told me son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns... but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die... when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry..."
[OOC: Intended for Jane and Phedre, but anyone else who doesn't mind dealing with emo!House is more than welcome.]
"I am Midas," he muttered to himself. "Everything I touch turns to shit."
He needed a distraction. He was almost vaguely hoping that Jay would show up and beat the crap out of him; that would do quite well. But at least he wasn't so far gone that he was hoping the detox would come quicker. He wasn't a complete masochist.
Forehead still firmly against the edge of the table, he stared down at his shoes and started to half sing, half mumble under his breath. "When I was just a baby, my mama told me son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns... but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die... when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry..."
[OOC: Intended for Jane and Phedre, but anyone else who doesn't mind dealing with emo!House is more than welcome.]