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He promised. He'd prepared. He'd gotten what they needed and read books and watched the reels, but nothing really got him ready for this. House was an asshole in ways Jack had never really seen. He was so sick, hot and cold, and he changed so quickly, from weak to completely fucking cruel. Talking to him like it was his fault.

Jack left him in the clinic and went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Again. Anything to kill some time. Anything to keep him busy so he didn't go through with the threat of just knocking House out and carrying him home.

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One more deep breath and he nodded. Roger's offer was the best idea he'd heard in a long time.

"Just for a minute. I don't really want him to fall on his ass," he said, shifting to lay down. Just a little rest. He could keep going if he could just get a little rest.

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Another pillow found its way to the bed and Roger placed it on top of the other one, then let Jack lay down.

"Do... Do you need... anything?" God, he felt like he was doing something wrong.

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"Quit telling me to leave," Jack muttered, easing deeper into the pillow and stretching out a little. Once he'd said it out loud, he realized that Roger was not House. "I mean, no. No, I'm good. Thanks, Roger."

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For once, Roger was glad that his default answer had become silence.

"Anytime. I'll just... I'll see you later." What the hell else was he supposed to do? Jack was using his bed and Roger could probably find something else to do than sit in and pity himself.