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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

What caused the delay?

[rubikscomplex]

I handcuffed myself to the stair railing on Brown's orders. You said come when I was able. I wasn't able.

[devoutish]

Fucking hell-- ignore her orders from now on.

How did you get loose?

[rubikscomplex]

Stark turned up and uncuffed me.

[And Stephen, but House is going to be holding to exact wording for now, lying by omission.]

[devoutish]

I told you not to tell anyone what was going on, House. Didn't I? Why would Brown lock you up?

[rubikscomplex]

You told me after I told her what was going on.

[devoutish]

You're to come alone. You may not bring her or anybody else with you.

[rubikscomplex]

[House puts on a deep, mock-subservient voice.]

Yes, Master.

[devoutish]

Do you understand, House? Give me a serious answer.

[rubikscomplex]

Jesus Christ... [That's muttered more to himself.]

I understand.

[devoutish]

Good.

No tricks, House. This is gonna be done smoothly.

[rubikscomplex]

You're mind-controlling me to come and meet you so you can intimidate me and take things from me. Congrats. You're on par with the Admin and whatever else is screwing with our heads, Solomons.

[devoutish]

I'm taking advantage of a nasty thing that was done to you, right, as a result of your little suicide gambit.

[rubikscomplex]

Rationalize it to yourself. That's good. But don't come bitching when the Admin does the same thing to you, asshole. I'm looking forward to it the next time she turns you into a puppet.

[devoutish]

I'm not rationalizing it. I am admitting to you that I am taking advantage, and I want you to admit that you brought this on yourself. You do always bring these things on yourself, don't you, House?

[rubikscomplex]

[House grits his teeth and growls out.]

I don't know.

[He can't make a decision on that right now. Thanks, Alfie.]

[devoutish]

I don't believe that. You're a smart man, and if you're honestly able to say you don't know, then you're lying to yourself.

[rubikscomplex]

You're giving me a yes-no option, you moron. I can't decide right now.

[devoutish]

Then you are hereby ordered to think about it. I want you to mull over these self-destructive tendencies of yours. Talk them over with someone, if you need to.

It might do you some good, eh?

[rubikscomplex]

[There's a noise of frustration.]

Screw you, Solomons.

[devoutish]

Talk to someone who will be useful and helpful to you, of course. Somebody who cares about you. You can't pick the talking dog, mate; that won't count.

[rubikscomplex]

Stop it! [He wants to throw his tablet, he wants to hang up, he wants to do anything apart from sit here and listen to Alfie order him to ask for help. On the bright side, since Alfie still hasn't specified an exact person, House won't be able to obey the order beyond contemplation. He won't be able to decide.]

[devoutish]

Good luck, House. I'll see you soon.