[He sighs deeply as he listens to the details. He appreciates her efficiency, at least, and it's good to know he can trust her objectivity despite her obvious emotional withholding. But he's not here to calculate.]
[So is he. Sometimes. When it matters.] It's not. Blaming yourself isn't going to do either of you any good. Do you have anyone else with you right now?
[He could play the no-it's-not-yes-it-is volleyball game all day (he has practice; House is excellent at volleyball), but if Natasha has someone else with her, he'll let it go. As long as she's not alone.]
I'll continue to worry, but again, I trust you. Are either of your injured in any way?
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Natasha, it's not your fault.
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[She's obnoxiously stubborn.]
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I'll continue to worry, but again, I trust you. Are either of your injured in any way?
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