Fox
Later that evening he went back to Fox's place, dressed nicely (for him) and smelling good.
"Indian would be lovely," Fox nodded, offering a small smile. "I admit, I wasn't sure you would come. Don't know why, just... Thought maybe you'd had time to reconsider in the daylight," he added with a laugh.
Fox laughed a bit, then smiled. "Well it was this or a re-run of QI," he teased. "It was a close call though."
Fox laughed and nodded, walking along at House's side.
"What did you do today? Work?" he guessed.
"I didn't, but that's... Well it's a fact I now have, I guess," Fox said with a laugh. "I've not ever really known any werewolves. I went to school with one, but I didn't know him really."
Fox hummed and nodded, because both seemed to be true. "I confess, I've never known a sickly fae other than myself, and I don't really count."
"Me either," Fox admitted. "But thank you though. I still might try it. It really did help me sleep. Nothing else really has."
"Because you're too interesting to put me to sleep," Fox said simply.
"Well that's depressing," Fox teased with a laugh, his smile warm and soft.
"Why didn't you?" Fox asked. "Did I seem like I was dripping with prospects? Fair maidens and princes lined up down the block?"
He shrugged, then smiled. "Strange is good. I'm used to strange."
"I'm thirty-six," Fox answered. "Why, how old are you?"
"That's not such a big difference really," Fox assured him. "And I don't look too much younger than my age. I mean, I don't feel like I do at least."
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