Questions and Answers [In Progress, Closed]

May 09, 2008 12:49

WHO: Daisya Barry (sh_hereisgone) and Greg House (causticguy)
WHAT: Daisya has questions, House has answers. Hopefully.
WHERE: House's place
WHEN: After this conversation with Kanda - towards nighttime.

What hurts the most is being so close - )

Ω daisya barry, Ω gregory house

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causticguy May 10 2008, 21:08:12 UTC
There were a hell of a lot of questions that House currently wanted answered. He had, as it happened, gotten answers to some of them. He had not, however, gotten answers to others. Like the question, for example, of why people kept showing up and knocking on his damn door like he was running some sort of an all-hours clinic. There was a clinic for that sort of thing, and anyway, after two months in this nuthouse his standards for what was interesting enough to bother looking at had shifted considerably.

So had his standards for who it was actually worth the time it took to have a conversation with.

But the truth of the matter was-and really, he hadn't even realized it until he peeked through the window to see Daisya standing outside of his door-that after everything that had happened, he'd somehow resigned himself to the idea that this was a conversation he wasn't ever going to have. It wasn't a conversation he even knew how he felt about having now ( ... )

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sh_hereisgone May 10 2008, 21:47:20 UTC
Daisya snorted a bit. "Don't care for 'em. They're small an' they smell bad. Rats, on the other hand, are at least somewhat smart."

He gazed up at House, nonplussed. He'd known this wasn't going to be easy, and had also known that the majority of it was his own fault. If he'd just come sooner, things might have been better... but Kanda had said he'd take care of it. Daisya still wasn't entirely sure what that might have meant. Sure, he'd stood up for him... but Daisya was suspicious that there was more to it than he knew. It wasn't like Kanda to do things like that at all.

"Gonna let me in, or are we gonna just go on without talkin'?" Daisya looked up at House again, dark blue eyes for once not betraying any emotion whatsoever. He'd learned, rather violently and necessarily, that showing emotion to people he cared for could have a vicious consequence. That wasn't something he was interested in having happen again, and he knew that House could be acidic at the very best of times.

Last thing I need's me takin' somethin' the wrong way ( ... )

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causticguy May 10 2008, 23:48:21 UTC

Was he going to let him in? House actually didn't know the answer to that question until he found himself pulling the door open a little further, and even then he wasn't sure if this was a good idea. There was still so much at stake in keeping the requisite secrets secret. And the last time that he had opened his door to someone who wanted to talk…. Well, he wasn't exactly looking forward to a repeat showing.

But though he had people to whom he was committed to now, people who were, albeit in a very different sense than he was used to at home, his "team," there was still something about Daisya that he couldn't simply walk away from. Even knowing that that probably would have been the smarter choice. The more rational choice.

It was just incongruous: this conversation, this…friendship, what House wanted (which he didn't even know anyway), what he said which was, "Didn't know we had anything to talk about," and what he meant which was roughly So, what, you couldn't even be bothered to show up here before now and tell me what a ( ... )

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sh_hereisgone May 11 2008, 00:53:18 UTC
Daisya smiled faintly. "I woulda come sooner," he said softly, "but as you can see, I had a bit of trouble to deal with."

Once he was safely inside the entryway of House's place, he waited for the door to shut before he pushed the hood of his coat back. His Charity Bell chimed as he did so, and he looked up at the doctor and flicked one of his dark brown cat-ears. "Seems like I wasn't half as strong as I thought. I managed to throw off the Call, an' then Kanda came to me an' did this. He knew I was on the edge, he just sorta shoved me over."

He shrugged a bit. Really, it wasn't as bad as it sounded, and he uncurled his tail to swish lightly back and forth. "Can't say I mind, though it's a little, uh... weird." He glanced away, then looked up again. "I gotta say it now. 'm sorry I didn't come sooner. Kanda said he had everythin' under control, an' it was my mistake to listen, I guess." He sighed. "I should know better'n to let someone fight my battles for me."

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causticguy May 11 2008, 16:07:08 UTC
But House was not to be so easily mollified. And anyway, he never had been the type to chalk things up to water under the bridge and just move placidly onward. The past days rankled, and if he'd been reining in his anger for lack of a suitable target, he wasn't reining it in any more: it seemed somehow that Daisya's apology was only fanning the flames.

"It suits you," he said coldly of the newly revealed ears. "Brings out your eyes."

Probably he was expecting too much. These were…practically children he was dealing with. Daisya was barely out of his teens. Kanda was likely even younger. He shouldn't be surprised when kids acted like kids, but the fact that he probably didn't have a right to be angry only seemed to make it worse, because then he'd have to go off and be mad at himself for becoming friends with Daisya in the first place, and he was a lot more in the mood to just simply be mad at the world ( ... )

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