B=C

"And everything's the leg. Nothing's the pills? They haven't done a thing to you?"
"They let me do my job and they take away my pain."
Greg watched as Wilson left the room, apparently unable to come up with a reasonable reply. He turned away from the door as he gazed, not really seeing the desk below.
'If only Wilson could see past this.' House thought to himself.
'See past this facade and see the real reason I'm miserable. Its not the pills and it's not always about the pain either. I'm so lonely but I can't trust anyone enough to let them know. He's the closest thing I have to a friend and he can't analyze me as well as he thinks. He just doesn't understand the sense of peace the euphoria causes; the oasis of happiness in my world of depression. Yea, I know I act like a rebellious child but there's a reason for all that, but no one spares the time to look past it.
You seemed to have missed some stuff in your psych rotation Wilson;
Behaviour is communication- What am I trying to tell you?'