immaturation

fuckyeahhousemd:

House: You’re dead.
Amber: Everybody dies.
House: Am I dead?
Amber: Not yet.
House: 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 and self-destruction. Wilson is gonna hate me.
Amber: You kind of 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… [sadly] because it doesn’t hurt here. I let it… I don’t wanna be in pain. I don’t wanna be miserable. And I don’t want him to hate me.
Amber: Well, you can’t always get what you want.