[ Just like the time after the castle, something vile and necessary purges from John at the sight of Danny choking on his own upset mucus. Pitifully human, raging against his own helplessness. It makes John feel a strange tenderness in contrast to his inner wasteland.
He bends and takes Danny's jaw in his hand, thumbs along the bone to the hinge. Turns down the pain as easily as any dial, so that even if he's still crumpled wetly and losing dangerous amounts of blood, he can focus on what John is trying to say to him: ]
You were supposed to look after them, kitten. Should I even need to tell you that? If I can't be there for your dad and your sister then you need to be.
[ The idea that House tried to follow him and Danny didn't stop him sounds a deep and upsetting bell inside John's chest, and all his personhood is coming back to him, all the disgusting adoration and insecurity and anger and anxiety, loving his family and worrying about them all at the same time, the kinds of feelings he's done his best to simply repress.
The household staff have come to try and separate them; John allows it, aware he's made a scene, his hands lifting off Danny and into the air. ]
It's fine, it's fine, we're fine. He's my kid. I'll fix him up.
[ The Butler is trying to encourage them to at least take their disagreement to a private room, as other servants get to work righting the table and cleaning the spillage of food and blood with unnerving quiet and focus. John remembers belatedly to heal his own wounds. ]
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He bends and takes Danny's jaw in his hand, thumbs along the bone to the hinge. Turns down the pain as easily as any dial, so that even if he's still crumpled wetly and losing dangerous amounts of blood, he can focus on what John is trying to say to him: ]
You were supposed to look after them, kitten. Should I even need to tell you that? If I can't be there for your dad and your sister then you need to be.
[ The idea that House tried to follow him and Danny didn't stop him sounds a deep and upsetting bell inside John's chest, and all his personhood is coming back to him, all the disgusting adoration and insecurity and anger and anxiety, loving his family and worrying about them all at the same time, the kinds of feelings he's done his best to simply repress.
The household staff have come to try and separate them; John allows it, aware he's made a scene, his hands lifting off Danny and into the air. ]
It's fine, it's fine, we're fine. He's my kid. I'll fix him up.
[ The Butler is trying to encourage them to at least take their disagreement to a private room, as other servants get to work righting the table and cleaning the spillage of food and blood with unnerving quiet and focus. John remembers belatedly to heal his own wounds. ]