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It's late, but Behrooz is sitting alone outside, looking out at the dark lake. He knows this probably isn't a good idea, but he didn't feel like staying inside tonight.

He'd been reading some sheet music the Bar had given him earlier, but now it's on the ground, held down by a small rock.

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Behrooz hesitates, and his eyes dart briefly around again before answering.

"Yeah," he says. "Everything's fine."

I don't believe you. Triumph seems to agree, turning sharply and barking at them. Her attention span is short, however, and she pounces on the grass.

"Yeah? Good. What's that?" his eyes flicker to the sheet music. He can see quite well what it is, but figured it would be polite to ask.

Behrooz doesn't like the barking, but he doesn't show this.

He looks over to it, and pulls it forward a little.

"Nothing," he says quietly. "I was... looking at it earlier."

"I haven't been around much to work with you. You doing okay? Still enjoying it?"

His eyes go briefly to the grass, and up again.

"I've... been practicing," he says.

"Good, good." House nods. Triumph lays down in the grass, head on her paws, looking at him, though her eyes occassionally shift to look at Behrooz.

Behrooz doesn't talk for a moment. He eyes the puppy a little warily.

"It's been... something to do," he says, "while I'm... here."

"Yeah." House nods. Triumph sighs and rolls onto her side, legs stretched, eyes closed.

He's glad he could give Behrooz something. Something he seems to enjoy.

He hesitates again, his hands fidget a little.

"Thank you for... teaching me and everything..."

"You're welcome." Hosue smiles. "It's my pleasure."

Behrooz doesn't know what to say to that, and his eyes drift to the ground again.

"You sure you're okay? You seem like something's bothering you."

His eyes come back up again.

He's about to say 'nothing' but instead says, "Something just happened a while ago. It's not a big deal."

Sorry. No dice. I don't believe you.

"If you say so." His tone clearly says, he doesn't buy it. But, he's learned not to push. Pushing gets him nowhere with Behrooz.

Oh, but Behrooz is so much better about hiding things when pushed. Now he's just feeling guilty. His fingers unconsciously dig into the grass.

"It's... one of the people my mother worked with... is here. Or was..."

"Oh." House has also learned he can never predict just what Behrooz will say.

"Did this person try to hurt you?"

He hesitates again.

"That truth spell... was caused by him," he says.

"Oh." sounds so lame.

"You said he was here. So, he's not in the bar now?" Which doesn't mean he can't come back.

"He can change his appearance," Behrooz says. "It's... hard to know if he's here."

Well, that certainly complicates matters.

House wonders if Behrooz will ever get a break, because it seems like bad luck follows the poor kid like a shadow.

He also wonders, if someone who may be a threat to him could be hanging around undetectable, why is Behrooz outside by hmself? Not that he'd be any better off inside, but there are generally more people around.

"Is there anything ic an do?"

Because he's smart like that? Not to mention extremely talented at making enemies.

"I don't think so," he says quietly.

"But you know, if there's anytihng, anything at all...You can ask me."

Triumph rolled over in her sleep and sighed.

Behrooz looks up and doesn't look away for a moment.

"Yeah," he murmurs. "I know."

[OOC: I've got to get to bed very soon...]

"You want to come inside? I should probably get Triumph upstairs before Allison freaks out thinking I've fallen or something."

Behrooz nods slightly and quietly says, "Ok." He pauses before standing, waiting for House.

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