Jack picked up on that and smiled a little, because he really did want to be someone Greg could not be annoyed with all the time. Sometimes, sure, but that was a given. Jack called everyone 'darling'-that had to get annoying sometimes.
"People pegged me as a self-mutilating obsesser," He shrugged, finger running along the thigh with his scar, scowling a bit, "People, thus, are foolish," He hopped up to go and grab some grapes from the fridge as he kept going, "I like you, Gregory House, and do not plan on head-shrinking you ever, just so you know," He shrugged, as if the man could see, bending to get his grapes and popping one in his mouth, "I'm shite at it. I'd probably come up with that you were actually the reincarnation of Mary, queen of Scots, and that you are just repressing your anger towards your cousin still for your execution, thus act like an arse to everyone you see as protestant, but not knowing this, of course, as it's all buried deep down inside," Another grape was popped in his mouth, "Wait. Are you Mary, Queen of Scots? Forgive me if you are, I hardly meant to offend."