#housevolakis

So this is the story you made up about who you are. It's a nice one.

yeahg I do know… :-) <-agonized I<3 horror but it is not my writing forte so I hope it still satisfies ❤️🤞

He’s in a motel but he’s not in a motel; it’s a motel room and the smell of the preservatives the coroner at Princeton Plainsboro uses fill his nose while the revving of a bus permeates into the room.

House would typically curse out the Vicodin, but he just wants to soak in the comfort that he hasn’t forgotten her irritating smile or always self-assured voice yet.

Whether this Amber’s real- she can’t be but she hasn’t gone to touch him and prove him wrong yet- it’s still a relief to hear the confident exclaiming of “it’s our stop now, you can get on.”