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goddesspharo: imaginaryinspiration:

House: You’re dead.
Amber: Everybody dies.
House: Am I dead?
Amber: Not yet.
House: I should be.
Amber: Why?
House: Because life shouldn’t be random. Because lonely, misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes, and young do-Gooders in love who get dragged out of their apartment in the middle of the night should walk away clean.
Amber: Self-pity isn’t like you.
House: No, well, I’m branching out from self-loathing to self-destruction. Wilson is gonna hate me.
Amber: You kinda deserve it.
House: He’s my best friend.
Amber: I know. What now?
House: I could stay here with you.
Amber: Get off the bus.
House: I can’t.
Amber: Why not?
House: Because. Because it doesn’t hurt here. I let it.. I don’t want to be in pain. I don’t want to be miserable. And I don’t want him to hate me.
Amber: Well, you can’t always get what you want.

House, 4x16, “Wilson’s Heart”

Oh my god, this scene, these actors, these characters. I love what’s said here, and I love the way Hugh says it (and I don’t want him to hate me), and I love the way these two play off each other. I haven’t really liked an episode since, and maybe this two-parter is my favourite from S4 - and a lot of it has to do with this specific scene.