John blows out a thoughtful breath, rocks back on his heels, and considers. He lets the moment hang.

"Alright. Tell me if this is anything: I have a background in necromantic research." He might have invented the field. "New areas of study, new applications, the real cutting-edge of bone science." Half his memories are steel-grated floors and antiseptic, snapping on those little blue gloves, arguing over protocol. The Sixth defected, sure, but he can't have lost the only House for nerds.

That's one of two. With the same drawn-out, thoughtful gravitas, he arrives at their final John fact: "But I'd trade it all for the proper study of bone puns. If there's a humerus House, that's the one."

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