[He nods, vaguely left. ] Bathrooms down there, next to the guest room. Go further back after that and take whatever you want from my clothes.

[Some of it won’t fit, but there’s something close to socks, shirts, layers. While he’s gone, he lights the inside fire, shoves a pot of water over the hearth and sits his ass down at one of the little stools he’s been using mostly outside. There’s a bigger chair close to the fire, for House, seemingly stripped down to be re-upholstered.

When it’s just the two of them, he sighs, says, defeated:] I’m losing my mind. Gotta be. Pass me some of that cheese.