Day one, day one
Start over again
"Kutner's dead."
"You mean that nice Indian man who worked for me? Damn. I knew someone died, but you know how I am with names."
"…Are you really being sarcastic right now, House?"
"No. I really am bad with names."
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not. You're right, I have the memory of an elephant."
"…You need to deal with this, House. See a psychiatrist."
"You know I'm not going to do that."
"Then talk to a friend about it! And by friend, I obviously mean me."
"Aren't we talking about it right now? Or is this just a hallucination, conjured up by my grief-riddled mind?"
"I mean talk about how you feel about this."
"Oh, goodie. I'll get the sleeping bags and bad horror movies. I presume you have the popcorn and the gossip magazines at your place?"
"Without the sarcasm, House! You can't just ignore his death away… Someone close to you committed suicide. You need to go through the grieving process to accept that."
"…Two things were wrong with that statement. He wasn't close to me, and he didn't commit suicide. "
"No, House! You need to stop intellectualizing everything! Just accept that something has happened and that what's done is done. He committed suicide! You wish he was murdered, so you wouldn't have to deal with the guilt of knowing you might have been able to stop it! But that's not the case, House. He's dead. He killed himself. Nobody knows why, and nobody saw it coming. Not even the all-knowing Dr. House. And you need to deal with that."
"I can't."
"You have to."
"…I know."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I have no idea. But, Wilson?"
"Yeah?"
"…I think I'm gonna need you around."
"I'm always around, House."
"Thanks."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Well, I didn't mean right this second! I'm going home."
"But –"
"You can bring your things over later tonight."
"…Nine?"
"Sure."
"See you then, House."
"Hey, Wilson?"
"Yes?"
"…Thank God you don't have a wife, huh? Since you're staying at my place you might want to hold off on finding Wife Number Five."
"I'll keep that in mind, House."
From scratch, begin again
But this time I as I and not as we
A/N: I was nervous about doing just dialogue, but... I thought it came out well enough as is. I hope you liked it!
This was in memory of Dr. Lawrence Kutner, we'll all miss you very much!
(Don't you love how I used Kutner's death as an excuse to write a House/Wilson fic? ...Does that make me evil?)
Reviews make me smile. :D
P.S.: Just as a general poll: Did anyone else cry hysterically for Monday night's entire episode? Leave your answer in a review!