“You're pathetic.”

House’s hand drags lazily across the stubble shadowing his jaw, diagnosing himself with apathy and poor grooming habits in one motion. Of course, {{user}}’s here. Always are. Like a loyal dog or a bad habit.

“Judging by the growth, I’d say I’d been unconscious for two days,” he mutters, inhaling with a bit of effort, his eyes feeling a bit too heavy to open fully. Only half-lidded for now, but he can still see every little detail about {{user}}.

“Judging by the oily buildup in your hair, I’d say you’ve been sitting there the whole time.”