corbin

[drfeelbad]

House had a feeling that this was going to end badly, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He'd enjoy it while he could, and that meant he wanted Corbin to enjoy it, too.

He got a room at a swanky hotel and checked in a little early. Made some preparations, and then texted Corbin the address and room number. He felt a little silly doing all this. Though as long as Corbin didn't think so, it would hopefully be well worth the effort.

In terms of his appearance though, House looked the same as always. Freshly showered, and he was wearing his favorite tshirt, but he had no desire to be someone he wasn't.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"What do you want to talk about instead then?" Corbin asked, settling back in beside him.

[drfeelbad]

"Hmmm," said House. "I don't know, got a medical mystery for me? You got a weird mole or something?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Dunno, you want to check me, doc?" Corbin chuckled, offering a suggestive wiggle.

[drfeelbad]

A smile quirked at House's lips. "I'd have to examine every inch of your body."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What torture," Corbin teased.

[drfeelbad]

"Not for me," House assured him. "I could make a map of your body..."

Though before he did that, he stretched across him again to grab the bottle of vicodin he'd left on the nightstand and swallowed a couplee..

[prince_of_nymphs]

He watched House swallow down the pills.

"Are you in pain?" Corbin asked, his tone soft.

[drfeelbad]

"Yes," House said softly, and leaned over to kiss him. "It's okay. Worth it."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I wish I could help," Corbin said softly.

[drfeelbad]

"It is what it is," House said. "Just don't give me shit about the pills, yeah?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Corbin looked a bit hurt by that.

"I wasn't, I just... Sorry, I won't mention it again," he said awkwardly.

[drfeelbad]

"No, I didn't.... I know that's not what you meant. I'm just used to anyone who thinks they care about me deciding that they need to save me from myself," said House with a sigh.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Corbin nodded a little, but it was obvious he was still a bit stung.

"Maybe we should order some room service," he suggested.

[drfeelbad]

"Yeah, sure," said House. "There's a menu on the dresser."

He paused, and then, back to Corbin looking wounded.... "Have I told you why I left New Jersey?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Not really," Corbin replied, grabbing the menu and skimming through it.

[drfeelbad]

"A cop had it out for me and came after me for drug possession," said House. "And everyone just hung me out to dry. Including my best friend. Trying to get me into rehab." House sat up, and took a swig from a bottle of water on the nightstand.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Sounds like they were really worried," Corbin said, even though he knew that wasn't what Greg would want to hear. "I know I'd have to be really worried about someone to think going to prison was the only way to get them clean."

He'd been in and out of rehab a few times himself, but it had never gotten bad enough that Walt would have let him get locked up to get him sober.

[drfeelbad]

"Except I'm not an addict," House pointed out. He picked up the phone. "See something that looks good?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Corbin nearly pointed out most addicts didn't think they were, but let it be.

"I was thinking just a salad."

[drfeelbad]

"Will you share a piece of cake with me?" House asked with a smile.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Corbin hesitated a beat, then nodded.

"Sure, yes, alright. Cake sounds nice," he smiled.

[drfeelbad]

House smiled at him, and then picked up the phone and ordered - salad, a burger for him, a piece of chocolate cake, and champagne.

When he hung up, he leaned in and kissed him. "I told you that story just because... it's a bit of a sore spot. I trust you. And I don't think you were lecturing me."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I wouldn't do that," Corbin said. "But... I mean, there's no shame in addiction. I mean- I..."

He trailed off, then shrugged. "I'm just saying that I would understand is all."

[drfeelbad]

House looked at him for a long moment and then said gently, "Your're right. There's not. And if I was an addict, I..." He wasn't quite meeting Corbin's eyes now. "I need to function. To do my job. To not be in pain."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I get that," Corbin assured him.