Dial Tone

[vicodincrutch]

 

"House. Leave a message."

Open for: text, email, voicemail, horrific late night calls, assorted action.

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[dr_conscience]

[Wilson's smirking, at either or both of the topics at hand. He nods at the assessment.]

Yeah. That's it, by the way. Nothing more to it, if you were wondering.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

There to...



Why.

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[dr_conscience]

Well, it took a while to arrange, hence the timing... or lack thereof, rather. I figured any random day meant about as much to you as any holiday, though.

[That's punctuated with a tiny smirk. There's a slight pause as his expression shifts back to something more neutral as he explains further, one arm held palm-up loosely to the side, moving with his tone as he speaks.]

You've been stuck here much longer than any of us... it's almost exclusively pedestrian. So it's... actually not entirely impractical.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Touche.



I didn't see it coming.



Thanks.

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[dr_conscience]

[He looks rather surprised at the expression of gratitude. He may be more likely to get such pleasantries from House than most people, but that still doesn't make it very likely. Then again, this is a motorcycle. So he smiles.]

... you're welcome.

[Then he smirks slightly.]

I hope that didn't hurt too much.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Excruciating. I'll have to deal.