forget your troubles, come on, get happy

[atrophied]

[ To those who have a journal open, you'll hear a particular song being whistled before it stops to be followed by a downright perky "Good morning!" The whistling resumes shortly after. For those present in the clinic, you will hear that and see House…smiling.

Cheerfully.

Uh... ]

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[atrophied]

Great! Why wouldn't I be?

[confidente]

You're smiling.

[atrophied]

No. This is my frowny face. [ And he mock frowns. ] You're serious today. Did something happen with Sherlock?

[confidente]

No, nothing happened with Sherlock. [ SURPRISE SURPRISE. ]

[atrophied]

[ That would explain it. House pats John on the shoulder sympathetically. ]

Don't worry too much about it. Eventually he'll realize what a great man he has in his life. He won't let you go.

[confidente]

[ I'M SORRY, JOHN WATSON IS CURRENTLY UNBELIEVABLE RIGHT NOW, HIS MIND IS CURRENT EXPERIENCING THE DREADED BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER. ]

[atrophied]

Watson? You okay?

[confidente]

[ NO HE IS NOT OKAY. ] ...I'm fine--and for the record I'm not gay. [ A beat. ] Nor are we a couple.

[atrophied]

Denial is not just a river in Egypt. If you want to be happy with him, really happy, you need to accept this. If you're worried your friends won't be supportive, trust me, we just want to see you content and settled. Be it with Sherlock or someone else. But you've got a good thing going with him. He's obviously crazy about you.

[ OH MY GOD SHUT UP HOUSE ]

[confidente]

[ OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS? IS THERE A CAMERA HIDDEN IN THE WALLS? IS HONEY AND CHICKEN FEATHERS ABOUT TO FALL OUT OF THE CEILING? THIS IS SERIOUSLY UNCOOL. ]

He's--what are you even talking about? I'm not in denial and he's not crazy about me.

[atrophied]

[ House holds up his hands in defeat. ]

Whatever you say, man. Now how about that game?

[confidente]

[ THANK YOU. HE IS HAPPY THIS IS NO LONGER A SUBJECT OF DEBATE OR DISCUSSION. ]

You never let anyone play your playstation.

[atrophied]

But you're my friend so you're not anyone.

[confidente]

What?

[atrophied]

What?

[confidente]

You called me your friend.

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[atrophied]

Because you are. You're my best friend here.

[confidente]

[ WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. ]

...You're serious? [ IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? ]

[atrophied]

[ He's serious. Even looks mildly uncomfortable admitting to it. But he's still not hiding behind sarcasm and evasive mocking answers. ]

Why would I lie?

[confidente]

[ John stares at him, blinking, trying to find some semblance of laughter or something to tell him that House is pulling his leg and this is some sort of big joke. ]

Maybe not lie, but you wouldn't openly admit it.

[atrophied]

[ He shrugs. ]

I am now.

[confidente]

[ He's surprised, understandably so, House is being more honest than he's ever seen him be. Honesty and House are two things you never expect to see in the same room together. ]

Thanks...

[atrophied]

So. Game. You'll like it. It involves shooting.

[confidente]

...I think I'll pass.

[atrophied]

Come on. I need someone to cover me.