"That's you now, huh? Or... Was you, I guess," Nyx said, catching House's hand with his own and twining their fingers together. "You are obnoxiously clever," he said with a tiny smile. "I mean, I don't know shit about shit, and even I know you're clever. The plots you write, the stories you tell- You're in there, aren't you? You're practically bleeding yourself onto the page."