Who: Mark House, Greg House What: Not-quite-Father/Son bonding When: Right the hell now! Warnings: Drug use. Swearing. S for Snark!
Mark was waiting on the floor of his room, cigar box in his lap, papers laid out next to him. Sure, it was a little odd to be rolling joints for his dad. But the opportunity to see him not much older than Mark was worth the weed, if it meant fulfilling his curiousity.
Finishing the first joint, he lit it up and took a hit, moving over to turn his radio up- more to help Greg find the place, and warn his neighbors to stay away, than for the music itself.