[ It's taken some getting used to. Not just the talking, but having another presence in his mind, like someone always sitting just behind one shoulder. When he lets himself think about it, House wonders if it's worrying how quickly it's become normal, whether that says anything about how his brain works. Whether he's grateful to no longer be alone with his thoughts.

She's right, though. ]

Yeah. I'm used to noise. I'm not used to being tuned in to everyone's dinner plans. It's like being on a subway car.