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He's left Triumph sleeping upstairs, and is downstairs.

At the piano.

With a half eaten sandwich on top.

Bar has taken to refusing his Vicodin until he eats, instead of giving it to him *with* dinner.

He's not happy about that.

He has to finish the sandwich befor ehe can get the pill. He's really not happy about that.

Have at.

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"I understand." House nods. "But it's obviously something that's causing you a lot of pain. I'm not a psychologist, but I am your friend. "

"I know," he mumbles. "It's just... it's not... it shouldn't have happened..."

[OOC: No worries, my AIM is being wonky, I just decided not to fight with it]

House remembers Behrooz telling him he killed his father, which makes the wheels in his head spin. "Did...did your dad hurt her?"

"No." Not directly, anyway. But he doesn't go into that, he just keeps watching the keys.

Well, that's good, isn't it? Except that something happened to her. And Behrooz feels at least partly responsible.

House only nods, what else can he do, othe than ask him... "What happened?"

Except he's asking about the wrong parent. Um.

"She... saw something... and my parents..." he shifts uncomfortably and doesn't look up. "They told me... but I couldn't..."

It'd probably be nice if he wasn't leaving out very important words.

it takes a moment or two, but canon tells us Hosue is a brilliant guy. He has the gift of reading between the lines.

"They wanted you to...take care of her." He says quietly.

Pause.

"... she knew I wouldn't do it..." he mumbles.

House feels the energy around him shift. That's not good. That's so not good.

"She...your mother?"

[OOC: I know this is your last night online for a while, yes? And this is so...breaky and I hate to...but I'm about to crash...I may make one or two more comments, but...I have to sleep...*hugs*]

"Yes," he murmurs.

"Behrooz..." He wants to hug him, reassure him...But he's no very comfortable with that sort of thing, and knows Behrooz isn't either.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

[OOC: Thank you. Good luck! And goodnight!]

"Stop it," he says quietly, though his voice has a bit of an edge on it. "Just... don't say that..."

House nods and rubs a hand over his face.

He's at a loss for what to do now, what to say.

He just looks at Behrooz.

After a moment, "I shouldn't have said anything. That was..."

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"No. It's..." It's what? Okay? It's far from okay.

"Behrooz, it's...I know it's difficult for you to talk about the things that have happened to you. "

"No - I don't - I shouldn't-" he continues looking determinedly at the keys. "That wasn't... the right thing to say..."

"What would be the right thing to say?" House asks gently.

"Nothing," he mumbles.

"So, what? You walk around without saying a word to anybody?" House asks not so gently. Could be he's starting to feel a wee bit irritated. He understands Behrooz has had a rough life, and talking about these things is difficult for him, but Hosue feels like he's just beating his head against a wall.

Finally, Behrooz looks up again.

"Yes. That's it." The voice is uncharacteristic of him, and he looks back down at the piano.

"They can't hurt you if you don't let them."

He doesn't look up, but he's shocked he actually said it.

"Somebody can always hurt you more, Behrooz. That's just how people are."

[OOC: And I'm off to bed...before I fall face first on the keyboard. Hope all went well for you going to school.]

"If you trust them..." he says.

("...that's why I won't trust anyone else."
"So you won't get hurt."
"Yeah. I guess that's it.")

"If you trust them, they can prey on your weakness easier. I know..."

"Then what's the point?" It doesn't really sound like a question.