Obviously next to House. He wants his seat neighbors to stfu and let him sleep. I want the same. It’s perfect.

Five minutes into the flight, he’s going to have this really nervous, embraced look on his face. Ten minutes in, he’s going to kinda try to catch your attention. Fifteen minutes in, he’s going to give you the most exasperated sigh and announce “It’s lupus. You’ve got lupus. You need to begin treatment as soon as we land.”