[The look House shoots up at Al is nearly venomous. He doesn't mind playing up the cripple act when it suits him. Being pointedly reminded of his own frailties is another matter, entirely.]
I'll be fine, Tin Can.
[For a little bit. A very little bit. It's not just the pain. He can't actually run like he used to. House can manage a shambling, 'three-legged' jog for a time with his cane, though.]
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I'll be fine, Tin Can.
[For a little bit. A very little bit. It's not just the pain. He can't actually run like he used to. House can manage a shambling, 'three-legged' jog for a time with his cane, though.]
Turn around and start jogging. I'll keep up.