Disclaimer: I own Robert Sean Leonard…He doesn’t know it…But err...I do, seriously. And since I do indeed own him, you can’t sue me. See the logic there?

I’m half passed out on House’s couch. His magnificent couch slash bed area that I take much pleasure in being half passed out on…I’ve noticed my habit of saying what I’m doing or where I am and then repeating the same word over again with added description…and I’m clinking beers with my once again roommate. Ahh, the sound of low quality metal on more low quality metal; excellent. Let the witty drunken banter begin! Mean girls is on (not quite sure why we’re watching it) and House seems quite ready to dish out the Lindsey Lohan slurs. (And of course, I’m ready to laugh with him about them.)

“Hey Wilson, have you ever found Lindsey Lohan in any way attractive?”

He has a smirk on his face that tells me how well he understands my disturbance at his question. I reply the only that way I can.

“Isn’t she like…17?”

“I don’t know. But, come on; All the cool kids talk dirty about the underage girls.”

I stare him down, unamused. Well, all right, amused. But not willing to let him know about it.

This is it, this lazy intoxicated couch mockery, this is time when me and House participate in our own type of bondage...wait, no, not like that. Like uhh…bonding with an ‘-age’ at the end…I’ve heard people add things on to words like that! Granted they were mainly teenaged girls, but you know…whatever. These sessions were cherished and made me feel, well, just…good when played back in my mind. I’d always get insanely tired about two thirds through whatever we were doing or watching and want to sleep. He’d whine a bit and then say goodnight and hang out a bit longer before leaving. I liked it when I’d just lie there in the dark with my eyes closed and my hands folded behind my head, and we’d just talk lazily about whatever entered our minds. And at this point in time, I think I’ve gotten so carried away with thinking that I’m already asleep, because now everything is dark and hazy, and I can hear myself think very clearly. As if I was talking. To a very close friend.