Wilson followed the gesture and took a seat, giving Nyx a friendly, almost grateful smile. He wasn’t pressing, but he was also paying attention. The faint tremor in Nyx’s hands, the tightness around his eyes, the way he kept glancing toward the kitchen like House might disappear if he didn’t keep track of him.
“The flight was long,” he admitted. “But I was bribed with legroom and guilt, so it balanced out.”
A pause, then a slight tilt of his head.
“I take it you're working on music again. That's great."
House walked back in with two cups of coffee, and handed one to Wilson. "You want tea, Nyx?" At the question about music he remembered that Wilson had been aware of Nyx. 'You're sleeping with a rock star?' he'd asked, surprised.
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Date: 2025-04-20 10:06 pm (UTC)“The flight was long,” he admitted. “But I was bribed with legroom and guilt, so it balanced out.”
A pause, then a slight tilt of his head.
“I take it you're working on music again. That's great."
House walked back in with two cups of coffee, and handed one to Wilson. "You want tea, Nyx?" At the question about music he remembered that Wilson had been aware of Nyx. 'You're sleeping with a rock star?' he'd asked, surprised.