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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"You have a hard time as well?" Fox asked, not sure yet how much Greg's leg affected his life.
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Fox nodded in understanding, picking at their dessert while he thought.
"It's still hard to get used to, not being independent," he said, sure House would understand what he meant. "I mean, I don't feel different than before, but then I just... I can't do everything I used to. Stupid things. Things I barely thought about back before... You know?"
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"You must miss that," Fox said softly. "Sometimes it feels like you've been robbed of half your life, you know?"
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"I could pay half," Fox offered.
Though he wanted to point out that neither of them had any idea how long his life might be. Even fae blood couldn't fight a curse forever.
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"If you insist," Fox said with a little nod. "This was nice, I would like to do it again sometime."
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"Consider it a date," Fox said with a tiny smile.
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"You're sweet- Though that is also where you parked," Fox chuckled.
Paid up, they headed back outside, Fox's hands starting to tremble again as they made their way back.
"I've got some Faeweed coming through the shop next week," he said.
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"Health potions, mana restoration... Small explosions, strangely enough," Fox added.
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"Possibly," Fox nodded. "It's not something the vampire community would normally have access to either, it grows in the fae realm, not very vampire friendly in those parts. Fae would likely kill them on sight in their own realms."
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"I'll put some aside for you," Fox offered. "Just enough to play around with."
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Fishing his keys from his pocket, Fox seemed fine for a moment- Only to have one of his knees give out from under him. He didn't fall so much as stumble, but he hit the concrete step hard enough to put a hole in the knee of his trousers and scrape the skin.
"Shit, sorry. That hasn't happened in a while." he said as he pulled himself back up using the rail.
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Fox nodded a little, looking embarrassed.
"It's a joint thing, not... It's not neurological or anything," he promised as they headed inside. Fox had a slight limp, but other than the pain, he seemed okay.
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"Oh, um- I don't really. I have some potions and maybe some plasters," Fox said, going to fetch his basket of first aid and offering it to Greg.
"I should probably be better stocked," he admitted, keeping his voice low incase John was sleeping.
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