The rambling, on any other day, would have made House cringe, but somehow focusing on Jack and his discomfort helped to drown out some of the other voices.
"Apparently it's happened before. Ray didn't seem too concerned, until our daughters got hit. They don't seem to mind too much, though; that should probably concern me more than it does," He shrugged, taking another long drink. It was becoming more obvious, the longer he spoke, that he wasn't exactly sober. Apparently 'drugs' were already on the list of failed alternatives to this new form of cognition.
It also helped his leg stop hurting- leg, missing, scarred, Jack's; right. That got a drink all its own.