"Protection"-Massive Attack
She liked his odd ability to recognize when she was having a particularly trying day with her disease. The actual disease was not affecting her physically yet. However, there were days when her mind was overwhelmed by the oncoming disability awaiting her. He could always tell when it was one of those dreary tear-filled days.
"No decaf this morning?" House asked Thirteen as everyone else went off to run tests.
"No."
"You only ever take a dose of caffeine when feeling particularly drained..."
"Wow, why would I be drained? Oh, yeah I was here until midnight doing a second lab on our lupus patient."
"Yeah, but you would drink black tea if it was merely work fatigue... I've noticed that strong coffee with an infusion of caffeine is your new poison of choice since flings with hot girls have been put on moratorium."
"Just drop it, House."
"Yeah, like that's gonna happen."
"Fantasy"-The XX
Of course, he would dream of a rapid detox and hot sweaty sex all in the same night. This extreme of pleasure vs. pain had been a running theme in his life. The pleasure his mother derived from his biological father created the pain he would experience at the hands of his supposed father, John House. The pleasure of Stacy's soft tongue against his neck would later be remembered in the harsh afterglow of a disappointing night with a call-girl.
"My Body is a Cage"-Arcade Fire
I would like to believe that she did love me. She would hold on to me tightly during sex, during sleep, during a dance. I was needed by her if not wanted. I just wish she wanted me as much. Everything feels so hollow in the condo now. It was her place and never actually became mine. She will never let me back in her heart. Granted she only let me occupy a sliver of it to begin with, but I cherished it all the same. I am hoping the next stage of my life will be less of an ordeal. Love, I know, can be petty, selfish, and tragic, but I hope to finally experience the opposite of all that. There has to be an exception out there. My father never loved me enough, my mother got lost, and Allison gave up. I want to feel a love that truly is unconditional. It has to exist. Right?
"Strange Overtones"-David Byrnes
My mommy is beautiful. I love her deep gray eyes that seem to change into an ocean blue when she is happiest. I love her gentle kisses as I drift off. I love the way she reads me stories and does all the animal sounds. She tickles me with her laugh and makes me smile with her songs. I love her so much. My daddy loves her too. He is tall and walks funny. He won't tell me why he walks funny. He said one day when I am older he'll explain. He always pulls coins out of my ears and sneaks me red lollipops. He lets me sit on his good leg while he plays piano.