Danny

[drfeelbad]

This was exceptionally stupid, but when Danny left again House kind of missed him.

No, he told himself, he missed having someone cook eggs and tidy up. Insisted to himself, really. Because obviously House was not lonely.

He did, however, actually smile when there was a knock at the door and Danny was on the other side.

"Well," he said. "That took you long enough."

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[london_spy]

"It's nice you even think about that stuff. A lot of people don't," Danny replied. "Or they do and don't care."

[drfeelbad]

"Well you've found me out," said House. "I'm not that particular flavor of asshole. At least... not to people I like. Which to be fair is a tall bar."

[london_spy]

"Well now you've killed the mystery," Danny joked dryly, pushing his hair back, not sure what to do.

"I don't want everything to change though. I like our relationship, I feel comfortable with you."

[drfeelbad]

House rubbed the back of his neck. God, he wanted him. But also... he had a point.

"Well do you want to just... sleep in my bed?"

[london_spy]

Danny thought about that for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright," he said. "If you don't mind."

[drfeelbad]

"Yeah, no it's fine," House said with a small smile. "Come on, I'm beat." And he started towards his bedroom.

[london_spy]

Danny followed along, looking around the man's room as they entered.

"Nice room," he noted.

[drfeelbad]

It wasn't quite as cluttered as the rest of the house, mostly because House didn't do much here but sleep, and coincidentally he'd actually put away laundry for the first time in a while the day before. The bed was also large, though unmade.

"Thanks," said House. There hadn't been anyone else in the bed in quite a while, though he didn't say that. "It's ah... more comfortable than the cot in your room."

[london_spy]

"Cot's better than other places I've slept," Danny assured him. "This is luxury," he added with an awkward little laugh.

[drfeelbad]

House suddenly wondered if this was weird, suggesting that Danny sleep in his bed. In some ways it was more intimate than sex, which could have just been a quick go on the couch and then they went their separate ways.

House usually just slept naked, but well, no. He'd stayed at home today though and was only wearing loose linen pants and a simple shirt, so he just took off his socks, and then after a brief hesitation, his shirt as well before climbing into the bed. "Well, I like it," he said.

[london_spy]

Danny stripped down to his underclothes and climbed into bed.

"It's nice," he said softly. "Soft. Soft feels so rare and lush. Everything in this world is so hard and coarse."

[drfeelbad]

"Especially the people," said House. He pulled the soft, warm comforter over both of them. "I thought this place should be softer."

[london_spy]

"Yeah," Danny said softly. "It is- It's lovely, Greg."

[drfeelbad]

"So are you," said House, and dragged his fingertips along Danny's arm. "You fit here."

[london_spy]

Danny looked over at him, a little vulnerable in that moment.

"I don't fit anywhere," he replied. "I never did."

He settled in on his side so he could look at the other man properly.

[drfeelbad]

"Well... baby steps then," House said, propping himself up by one hand. "You fit in soft sheets."

[london_spy]

Danny offered a tired smile, then settled in and got comfortable.

[drfeelbad]

House hesitated, and then slipped an arm around him. "Is this ok?"

[london_spy]

Danny seemed unsure for a beat, then relaxed into it with a nod.

"Yes," he decided.

[drfeelbad]

House closed his eyes. "Sleep well, then. I'm glad you're back."

[london_spy]

"I'm glad to be here," Danny said, slipping an arm around him and allowing himself this moment of true intimacy.

[drfeelbad]

It had been so long since House had fallen asleep with someone in his own bed, and it was nice. Maybe they'd wake up in the morning and Danny would be horrified, but for right now, it was nice.

He even managed to sleep through the night without being woken up by pain.

[london_spy]

Danny slept well at first, then woke with a start in a cold sweat, shivering a bit and sitting up.

It wasn't unusual for him to wake up this way, haunted by the memory of finding his dead lover.

[drfeelbad]

House was woken by the jostling of the bed, and was disoriented for a moment before he remembered that Danny was there with him. House put a hand onto the small of his back. "Danny? You okay?"

[london_spy]

"Bad dream, I'm fine. It's fine. ...I'll make us some breakfast," he offered, glancing at Greg. "Eggs?"