realityshifted | Too bitter. I have plenty of bitter already.

I hate snow. I wish when it snowed in Jersey that it was conveniently fifty degrees or so. That's about right, I figure. I'm too lazy to actually bring a thermometer, so we'll just guess.

{Everyone's favorite (???) grumpy doctor has dragged a bar stool outside of the bar and into the snow. He wanted to bring some rum or bourbon to get rid of the chill, but now that it's gone and he's technically working? Just some soda. Which is unfortunate for him, because he was looking forward to that.}

Damn, I was looking forward to drinking a little bit. Is this like God's weird form of saying "screw you?" Jerk. But I'd rather avoid the deja vu of the nun and epinephrine. Actually, maybe if I was drunk, Cuddy would believe that I didn't make a mistake. Buzzed medicine is so like buzzed driving. I work better when I'm stoned and-or drunk out of my mind.

That's a joke, by the way. In case you perceptive types can't pick up on the delicate nuances of sarcasm.

{Siiip}

So I--we--have a new pad. And not gonna lie, it's pretty sweet. Problem is, knowing Wilson, it's going to be some pristine shrine to how much of a polite control freak he is. I need to figure out a way to mess that up, and fast. Maybe I'll just figure out a way to move all my stuff in before has the chance.

((ooc: House is now canon-updated to the end of 'Wilson' [S6 Ep10]! So he's slightly less scruffy, among other things.))

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Happy endings don't exist.

Of course they exist, it's just sometimes they arrive in unexpected ways.

Uh-huh. There's really just some terrible circumstance laying where people can't see it. Happy endings are only in things that we dream up, because they don't exist in real life. It's an ideal standard we can't reach.

You can't really believe that. You give people happy endings, don't you? You're a doctor, you make people better and help them.

Just because they're healed of their illness doesn't mean it's a happy ending. I don't give a damn about their personal lives, but it almost always a factor. I couldn't tell you how many people I've cured because one of the spouses are having an affair with someone. I even had a pair that the solution to their case was the fact they were actually siblings, so they had been incesting it up the whole time they'd been together.

Sucks for them, but I don't care. I just solve the mystery. If people want a doctor that will hold their hand and ask the questions they want to hear, then they're not sick enough to need me.

You give them a second chance at life. People that might have died are able to live now because of you. That's happy right there!

But you must care a little if you still remember. If you didn't care you could just forget them.

Are you kidding? Like I'm going to forget a patient that had some exotic disease. That's practically bragging rights. There are like three doctors in the world that can be like "yeah, I treated a kid with leprosy, what have you done lately?" I couldn't tell you any of their names. They're just patients.

Leprosy? How did he get leprosy?

Because his dad was a liar. Full circle.

...lying fathers can lead to leprosy?

[and Tamaki silently curses his lying father. Tamaki contracting leprosy would be criminal. Imagine something destroying his good looks. It's too horrible to consider.]

Fathers that claim not to go to foreign countries where they pick up the virus are a direct cause of leprosy.

Oh.

[crap, his lying father travels to foreign countries]

What country did he travel to?

Southeast Asia somewhere. Didn't care where it was, just that I was right that he had lied.

Why did you care so much about being right about him lying?

Too bitter. I have plenty of bitter already.

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