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Oct. 26th, 2012 12:38 pm
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Jack was still a little drunk when he woke up from his nao and realized he needed to tell House. He left Logan and Joe in the comfort of the hut and headed for the good doctor's place, hoping to catch him there.

Jack knocked on the door and waited. Fucker came around the place from the back side and demanded attention from the onc familiar man. Jack scritched his ears and chin as he waited for House to answer so he could deliver the hard news.

Date: 2012-10-26 09:01 pm (UTC)
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It was a couple of minutes before House answered the door, since he was slow moving, and he figured an unexpected visitor could wait. Or not. Though the fact that Fucker wasn't barking probably should have indicated that it was someone House knew. (He would amend that to 'liked' but that certainly wasn't true. Sometimes Fucker had bad taste.)

When he finally opened the door, he was surprised to see Jack, but it didn't show on his face, which was studiously neutral.

He could smell alcohol on him, but that could mean a number of things.

"If you need a babysitter because you and Logan are on a bender, I'm busy washing my hair," he said.

Date: 2012-10-26 09:13 pm (UTC)
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House was so taken aback by the fact that Jack was near tears that it took a few more seconds for the actual content of his message to sink in.

The Doctor.

And Rob. Rob.

House immediately went utterly and completely numb. The expression on his face was unchanged.

"Are you sure?"

Date: 2012-10-26 09:18 pm (UTC)
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House looked at him for a second, and then fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Date: 2012-10-26 09:27 pm (UTC)
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There was a long pause, several seconds, and then House said, "Thank you."

He seriously didn't know what he would do if Jack broke down and started bawling on his doorstep. On the other hand, it would distract him from feeling whatever he should be feeling. Which at the moment, was nothing. Nothing at all.

Date: 2012-10-26 09:48 pm (UTC)
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House was taken aback by the hug, and just stood there stiffly for a moment before finally patting Jack's shoulder awkwardly.

He was kind of glad he mostly just smelled like booze because it ruined what might otherwise be a nice moment of Jack's arms around him. Which he did not want to experience.

"Don't worry about me, at least," he said, and there was no mistaking the bitterness in his voice. "I've been here forever and I'm sure I will be yet."

Date: 2012-10-26 09:56 pm (UTC)
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Still numb.

"Yeah, but at least with me you'd know that I'd probably be better off," House said.

Date: 2012-10-27 01:20 am (UTC)
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And the really sad thing was, House realized, that didn't sound all that appealing. He didn't even know what he wanted anymore.

"Exactly," he said.

Date: 2012-10-27 02:29 am (UTC)
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Some of the numbness threatened to face into something else, and House held it firmly in place.

"You should go home and sleep it off, Jack," he said. "You'll feel better."

Date: 2012-10-27 02:37 am (UTC)
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"Go be with your family, Jack," House said quietly.

Because, sure, that was exactly what he wanted to deal with - Logan's jealousy over Jack bringing him home as someone he wanted to keep close. Right.

Date: 2012-10-27 02:56 am (UTC)
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House felt his chest tighten. It was only a matter of time. House was the one that had been here forever. Since the beginning. If anyone was leaving, it was Jack.

"Goodbye, Jack," he said, before the numbness could slip away again, and walked back in and closed the door.

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