Fox
House still couldn't quite believe how the previous day had gone. When he'd gone into Fox's shop for an ingredient for an experiment, he certainly hadn't expected to share a bed with him. Asking him to dinner would have seemed like a slightly more likely outcome, and somehow that had ended up happening after.
Later that evening he went back to Fox's place, dressed nicely (for him) and smelling good.
Later that evening he went back to Fox's place, dressed nicely (for him) and smelling good.
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"Sure, do you want to share?" Fox suggested, aware he'd never manage one to himself. And besides, sharing was nice.
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Fox hummed and nodded, then laughed. "Sometimes I like things a bit tart too though."
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"Have you ever been married?" Fox asked once they were alone again.
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"I was seeing someone for a while. A co-worker. I haven't seen him since I retired. I don't think he much likes being reminded of what happened, to be honest," Fox said honestly.
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"It's been a bit," Fox nodded, looking a bit self conscious.
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"No? You don't seem the lonely sort is all," Fox said.
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He arched an eyebrow. "Did I really strike you as someone who dates a lot?"
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Fox didn't answer that, he just shrugged. Whatever conclusion he'd come to he was keeping to himself for now.
"How did I strike you?" he asked instead.
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"I think I'm flattered. Either that, or I've never fully stopped being a spook," Fox laughed.
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"I can't get used to tea," he said.
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"I prefer coffee as well," Fox admitted. "I have quite the setup at home, as you likely saw. Are you a coffee snob too, or just a bit of a caffeine addict?"
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"Disgusting," Fox tutted. "At least get a nespresso."
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Fox laughed a bit, then seemed to remember something. "I got a new roommate today. I said the other night, I think, that I was looking to rent out a room. I ran into someone who did some consulting for my old job ages ago, and he happened to be looking for a place. How lucky was that? Until he finds work, he says he'll just help around the flat with everything I can't manage anymore."
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"I think it will. You'd get on with him, I think," he admitted, looking thoughtful and wondering if he'd just started collecting grumpy older men. Best not to dwell on that.
"Honestly, there's a lot I struggle with. When I can't use my magic, I definitely can't use my hands, and that means dishes pile up, dust... Everything. If he can just help keep the place from becoming a dump, I'm thankful."
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"You have a hard time as well?" Fox asked, not sure yet how much Greg's leg affected his life.
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