Dial Tone

[vicodincrutch]

 

"House. Leave a message."

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

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an empty face and empty bones;

[fatespoken]

"You can't deny that people treat you differently,"

He flashes a look toward House's cane, a suggestion so subtle that catching it would be a matter of coincidence. Returning the newspaper back to House's desk, Amory then stands, proceeding to act on what must be House's tantamount desire at this very second-- leaving. He doesn't bother with goodbyes or thanks yous, just a tilt of his head and a final word before he heads to the door.

"Your word, then," he replies, slipping the cap on once more, identity obscured, "I'll make an appointment."