Danny looked over at him for a moment, then nodded his understanding.

"I see his body," he admitted after a moment, turning his attention back to the eggs. As if he couldn't look at House while he spoke of his past. "Alex's, I mean."

His gut twisted, and he swallowed hard before quickly putting their eggs on plates along with some potato he'd chopped up and cooked. "It's not every night though," he promised as he put one plate in front of Greg.