Two things: do you think mr house would be a big yearner? I think he'd yearn for someone deeply after getting through some of his complex feelings.
Second: would he be either be really subtle about trying to admit his feelings or just *think* he's subtle when it comes to telling that person he likes them? He strikes me as going either way.
Two things: do you think mr house would be a big yearner? I think he'd yearn for someone deeply after getting through some of his complex feelings.
Oh man… I think a lot of house’s character is about yearning, for those with eyes to see. In game, all his yearning surrounds time, in my opinion. Robert would never admit this trait as something harmful, but it’s obviously not healthy for those under his rule, nor himself. Why chase after this specific location, and why request the 4 families to dress and talk like old school Vegas mobsters? Why preserve a woman he once might’ve loved in a securitron, knowing her bones are dust somewhere in the wasteland? Why keep her around his monitor, if she’s only referenced in-game as essentially a sexy lamp for him? Why do any of it, in this specific way? I won’t try to flower him up too much, it’s obviously control and a sense of power. But I don’t think that’s all it is, I think he yearns for a place long gone in a time long past. He’s homesick, at least for familiarity. It’s a senseless effort, I think he knows home, as it was, is never coming back, and neither are any of the people he ever knew, not even the one he preserved for eternity in that robot. But he refuses to move on.
With an individual person… now that’s interesting. Honestly, I think he would be a big yearner. He’d pine for them. With the courier especially, I think he’d be a huge mess over them. It’s been two entire centuries and some change, he’s not at his apex when it comes to flirting or dropping hints, not that he was ever the greatest flirt to begin with. And as well… I think he’d even be a little bashful/embarrassed at first. Listen to his cut romance lines, he sounds so flustered in some spots. He’s not used to liking someone so much, and he’d be really irritated that he’s comforted by their presence. Honestly… I think he’d even become obsessive with the courier, if he doesn’t tell them he likes them immediately.
Second: would he be either be really subtle about trying to admit his feelings or just *think* he's subtle when it comes to telling that person he likes them? He strikes me as going either way.
So, pre-bombs dropping, I think he’d be more skilled at subtlety. I have a whole spiel about himself and Jane in my head, and I think with her, he had more tact and more low-key ways of expressing himself. Now saying that, he still wasn’t the most subtle creature in the world, Jane picked up easily that he liked her, partly because I think she was a lot more social and emotionally perceptive than him. Those two are kinda a whole different beast for me, I think he really did love her and she wasn’t just some sexy whore he slept around with. They were on-and-off a couple of sorts. Anyway, I think he had slightly more slick ways of expressing interest. Very very slightly.
Post war, oh my god, it’s really bad. I don’t think he’s loudly announcing “I LOVE YOU!” at the courier, but he wouldn’t even know where to begin with admitting how he feels. I think it’s why he’s so bashful in his romance lines, he sounds like he legitimately likes us, but he’s clumsy, really rusty, he sounds a little embarrassed with himself when he starts yapping about how “interesting” we are and making himself stop. I think it’s him realizing “oh my god… I actually like them. This is terrible.” I don’t think he’d verbally admit he loves us, not unless something extremely dire happened and it just spills out of him. But, I think it manifests in this sort of protective-bordering-on-possessive attitude.
Now, I don’t think he’d stop us from going out and doing things. He knows the courier can handle themselves, I don’t think he’d make you hide away in the lucky 38. But, and maybe this is too ooc, I think he’d get envious of the companions. Particularly Arcade, Veronica, Boone, and Cass. They look the most like normal humans, unlike Raul or Lily, so he’d get very jealous and worried that maybe the courier will take a fancy to any of them before he can admit how he feels properly. If he notices the courier is traveling with any of those 4 more than usual, he’ll unintentionally have a more clipped tone when he talks to the courier. If they ask what’s wrong he’ll say “nothing.” And just leave the courier to try and figure it out. You’re not hiding shit, Rob.
I also think that he’d start pulling out his old tricks, IE the sugar daddy approach. I think one however small part of his business mentality was “attract bees with honey” and that’s his approach when it comes to romance. He’d butter up the courier, say they expressed wanting a dress, like Veronica does. A day or so later, look at that… a whole box of them under their bed, glittering and brand new, how did that get there? Robert doesn’t know a thing about that, oh no. Or if the courier mentions they wish the 38 had music to play, guess what? The next night, look at that… a record player on the nightstand next to his old bed, with a box full of old records. Victor definitely wasn’t told to go fetch his old player from his basement, that did not happen, certainly not.
Speaking of his bed, he’d watch the courier sleep, especially loving it when they sleep in his old bed in the penthouse. He’d watch them do other things as well, but he does love to watch them sleep. It would be irritating to admit, but he likes seeing their chest rise and fall lazily, likes seeing their relaxed face, their lax limbs. There’s some possessiveness there, of course, but a kind of comfort too. House would enjoy knowing they’re safe and accounted for. He loves knowing they might pick up on the centuries old imprint of his cologne on the pillows. He can pretend to be beside them, imagine himself holding them, to hear their heartbeat pumping their living blood, and know they’re warm and alive. He loves knowing their exactly alright, exactly where he can have them close.
Speaking of voyeurism, and of heartbeats— he’d violate their privacy, if it meant knowing more, keeping them close. He hates when they’re gone for too long, he can’t always know where they are or how they’re doing. He wants to transmit himself to their pip-boy, but the anxiety of losing them makes him go to more extreme measures. If they die, how would he know? He could never bury them, never have something to remember them by. And what if they lose the gadget on their arm? Then, that avenue would be useless, no. After too long getting to know them, missing their presence, and dreading their absence— more surgical measures are taken. He would wait until they’re asleep, and pump them full of anaesthetic gas. It feels wrong, but it’s for love, he tells himself. All through securitrons, he’d lift their left arm, and coat their side with iodine. Every scalpel cut is done with such gentleness, such love. A pea-sized tracking device, so small it can barely be pinched between the fingers, goes right beside their heart. He stares at it, for a moment. He didn’t enjoy gore– but that wasn’t what this was. It was knowing you were real, and alive, and so tough and delicate all at once. That little beating heart, pumping and pumping, catastrophic should it ever cease… He’d stitch them back up with immense care, and prepare to explain himself when they wake. He loves you, couldn't you see? Does he have to say it? He loves you.
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