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When it came down to it, maybe it was surprising that House didn't spend more of his time nursing black eyes. As it was, he looked like hell, thanks to Jack's rather impressive right hook. House was lucky he hadn't ended up with a broken nose; he'd taped it up anyway to keep the swelling down. That, combined with the bandages on his hand (honestly, if you're going to punch someone, at least wait until they're not holding scalding hot coffee), he almost looked as if he'd had the shit beat out of him instead of a single punch. Interestingly, the last time that had happened, Logan had been the culprit.
Christ. He really needed to just stay the hell away from those two.
He needed something to distract him, so he'd woken up that morning and randomly decided to start working on his German again. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Phedre had been tutoring him; that was before Jack, while James had still been here... not that he'd been happy then either, but it was for an entirely different set of reasons. Well, similar reasons. On the bright side, with his nose and his hand throbbing, he could almost forget about his leg.
Sitting in the kitchen, he sipped on a cup of coffee (held safely in his left hand) and turned the pages of the advanced German textbook he'd held onto for years. He was working on verb conjugation.
"Ich werde hassen," he muttered under his breath. "Du wirst hassen. Er wird hassen. Sie wird hassen. Es wird hassen."
Christ. He really needed to just stay the hell away from those two.
He needed something to distract him, so he'd woken up that morning and randomly decided to start working on his German again. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Phedre had been tutoring him; that was before Jack, while James had still been here... not that he'd been happy then either, but it was for an entirely different set of reasons. Well, similar reasons. On the bright side, with his nose and his hand throbbing, he could almost forget about his leg.
Sitting in the kitchen, he sipped on a cup of coffee (held safely in his left hand) and turned the pages of the advanced German textbook he'd held onto for years. He was working on verb conjugation.
"Ich werde hassen," he muttered under his breath. "Du wirst hassen. Er wird hassen. Sie wird hassen. Es wird hassen."