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[confidente]

[ He waffled on it initially, torn between being angry and maybe in part (only a small part) glad. Better that he's gone then still here. House wasn't happy here, he knew that much, but part of him can help but be annoyed that the message he left was a bunch of post it notes. Annoyed but amused. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe. ]

For those who knew him, Gregory House is no longer in Paradisa.

[ A sigh. He'll leave it at that. ]

[ Sherlock Holmes; ]

Remember how I said I expected you to already be in the flat when I come back? Well, I'm coming back. So you better be there.
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[workaphilic]

[A pause.

He stares critically at the floor.]

Aside from the fact that you've got eyes and should be able to avoid that yourself, I suppose it could be beneficial to make a few pathways here and there.

[confidente]

Or maybe we can keep things off the floor.

[workaphilic]

[His gaze snaps back up to John, and he squints like he's expecting a punchline. When it doesn't come, he folds his hands under his chin.]

Well, where else would it go?

[In his room? Now THAT'S a joke.]

[confidente]

[ He sighs, shakes his head and resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]

Up in the book cases, or a filing cabinet, or hell even your room.

[workaphilic]

No. Absolutely not. Way too much effort to maintain, and it would interrupt my process.

[confidente]

[ HAND MEET FACE. ]

You're impossible. Just ─ not on the floor, okay, anywhere else is fine just not on the floor.

[workaphilic]

[A long, long silence.]

No promises.

[confidente]

Good enough.