elite_muses #8: Who can't you live without?
Don’t make me say it.
No, really. You don’t understand.
This isn’t one of those… things that’s ever really discussed, because certain people who shall remain nameless ie., House have a superiority complex when it comes to this kind of… stuff. Or any kind of stuff, really. It’s one of those unmentioned things that’s always been, and it’s always going to stay unmentioned, and I’d rather keep it that way. You know, for my own sanity. And dignity.
I can give you clues, though, if you really must know. Gimpy walk. Cane. No manners when it comes to eating food. Has boundary issues. Has the whole rubix complex happening. Wouldn't know the words "subtle" and "tact", even if they were branded on his ass.
Yeah, yeah. Okay. Glaring clues. I don’t need to say his name; you all know who I’m talking about. I mean, he’s my best friend. I’ve known him for a long time. He, uh… He keeps me grounded, and I… I need that. Sometimes. He needs me, too, though he’d never, ever admit to that. And I’m okay with that. He doesn’t need to tell me. Actions speak louder than words. And I can’t really… live without--
Look.
Just.
Don’t make me say it. You get the general idea. Let’s just… leave it at that.
God, I hope this doesn’t get back to him.
Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 231
No, really. You don’t understand.
This isn’t one of those… things that’s ever really discussed, because certain people who shall remain nameless ie., House have a superiority complex when it comes to this kind of… stuff. Or any kind of stuff, really. It’s one of those unmentioned things that’s always been, and it’s always going to stay unmentioned, and I’d rather keep it that way. You know, for my own sanity. And dignity.
I can give you clues, though, if you really must know. Gimpy walk. Cane. No manners when it comes to eating food. Has boundary issues. Has the whole rubix complex happening. Wouldn't know the words "subtle" and "tact", even if they were branded on his ass.
Yeah, yeah. Okay. Glaring clues. I don’t need to say his name; you all know who I’m talking about. I mean, he’s my best friend. I’ve known him for a long time. He, uh… He keeps me grounded, and I… I need that. Sometimes. He needs me, too, though he’d never, ever admit to that. And I’m okay with that. He doesn’t need to tell me. Actions speak louder than words. And I can’t really… live without--
Look.
Just.
Don’t make me say it. You get the general idea. Let’s just… leave it at that.
God, I hope this doesn’t get back to him.
Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 231