Blaise looked up as Dr. House stalked into the room. Then House spoke, identifying himself as Scott. (Of course,) Blaise thought. (It's not just Ami and me. That would be too simple. Too sane. It's everybody.)
Blaise could feel the anger, frustration and worry radiating off him. That was really strange. Ami really had a...sense that he lacked. More than one, perhaps. The emotions were as real and tangible to him as the heat of tropical sunlight on skin. You never had to guess that the sun was hot--you could feel it directly.
As he could feel Scott's emotions directly. Blaise felt Scott's concern growing, mixed with a transitory pulse of lust. "Ami? Say something!" Scott demanded.
Blaise looked up at Scott. "Bad news, pal," Blaise said. "I'm not Ami. I'm Blaise."
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[Blaise] Bad News, Dear
Date: 2007-05-24 08:01 pm (UTC)Then House spoke, identifying himself as Scott. (Of course,) Blaise thought. (It's not just Ami and me. That would be too simple. Too sane. It's everybody.)
Blaise could feel the anger, frustration and worry radiating off him. That was really strange. Ami really had a...sense that he lacked. More than one, perhaps. The emotions were as real and tangible to him as the heat of tropical sunlight on skin. You never had to guess that the sun was hot--you could feel it directly.
As he could feel Scott's emotions directly. Blaise felt Scott's concern growing, mixed with a transitory pulse of lust. "Ami? Say something!" Scott demanded.
Blaise looked up at Scott. "Bad news, pal," Blaise said. "I'm not Ami. I'm Blaise."