This isn't-... Just letting someone into his mind...
[He can't articulate what's wrong yet again. A sense of sick foreboding spreads in his stomach like a poison, and only one thing is certain.]
I love him, I love him so much, I don't want him to hurt!
[Kind of a shame House can't hear the way he's nearly crying here, it'd be one more thing he could use as leverage. But then, Will probably could too, if he heard it. Confused and ill at ease, he trails off and drifts in his brain fog. He has to protect him. He knows this. This stranger wants into Beckett's mind. Someone else's thoughts in one's mind- no, never again, never to anyone else, and never, ever, to Beckett.
Part of him recognizes dimly he's done this mental dance before, this thought that if not him it will be someone who can harm Beckett, but can't muster up any way to acknowledge or correct it. It and his general confusion are all that are keeping him from agreeing right now.]
no subject
[He can't articulate what's wrong yet again. A sense of sick foreboding spreads in his stomach like a poison, and only one thing is certain.]
I love him, I love him so much, I don't want him to hurt!
[Kind of a shame House can't hear the way he's nearly crying here, it'd be one more thing he could use as leverage. But then, Will probably could too, if he heard it. Confused and ill at ease, he trails off and drifts in his brain fog. He has to protect him. He knows this. This stranger wants into Beckett's mind. Someone else's thoughts in one's mind- no, never again, never to anyone else, and never, ever, to Beckett.
Part of him recognizes dimly he's done this mental dance before, this thought that if not him it will be someone who can harm Beckett, but can't muster up any way to acknowledge or correct it. It and his general confusion are all that are keeping him from agreeing right now.]