(no subject)

[atrophied]

[ There's a knock on the door. ]

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[save_the_souls]

[an annoyed noise]

Then why didn't John come himself or contact me over the journal?

[atrophied]

Said I could use the air.

See, that's a lie.

[save_the_souls]

Yes, I know. You lie a lot.

[atrophied]

Call it a gift.

[save_the_souls]

More like a curse, you mean.

[atrophied]

To some.

[save_the_souls]

To yourself.

[And he's moving like he's about to shut the door. Did you really think he was going to make this easy?]

[atrophied]

[ He slams a hand against the door to keep it open. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He'll stop since he rather not crush your hand]

What?

[atrophied]

You haven't answered.

[save_the_souls]

What? John's offer to be muscle at the clinic?

[atrophied]

[ He waits. ]

[save_the_souls]

[a short pause before he speaks]

It's a very nice offer of...John. In fact it's very flattering that he thought of me.

But...I'm not interested in being only muscle. The reason I came to the clinic in the first place is because I wanted to learn how to save people using more than just muscle. And while I understand that someone needs to do those sorts of tasks in the clinic, and it is respectable work...for me, doing only that...

[He'll look straight at House]

So I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

[atrophied]

Fine. What about a residency?

[save_the_souls]

A residency?

Under who, exactly?

[atrophied]

I need an assistant.

[save_the_souls]

[an eyebrow raise]

Do you?

[atrophied]

I could use a walker.

[save_the_souls]

[makes a face] Ugh, did you have to make it a pun?

[atrophied]

I'd have failed as a human being if I didn't.

[save_the_souls]

Ugh...

So you wish to give me my old job back.

[atrophied]

I want you to come back to work for me.

[save_the_souls]

[a pause, but he manages to keep his poker face up. ]

I see...and what would that entail?

[atrophied]

Going elbow-deep inside a woman's vagina.

[save_the_souls]

Dr. House. [ B| ]