Nyx

[drfeelbad]

When he picked him up at the airport (late, after multiple flight delays), the first words House heard out of Wilson's mouth in almost two years were: “Seriously? Two years of radio silence, and you can’t even get out of the car?”

He took them straight from the airport to a bar, and to be fair Wilson did look at Nyx's file before they started getting drinking.

And after House dropped Wilson off at the hotel, things he'd said were just running through House's mind, he always had these stupidly true little jabs.

You’re not your worst moment. You never were.

Honestly I never really thought that your sexuality was limited to people who annoyed you in one specific gender.

You keep insisting it’s casual, but I’ve never seen you this careful.

You’d rather be right than happy. You always have.

God House fucking hated that about him.

He picked him up the next morning and brought him to Nyx's place. How did Wilson always look so fucking put together? "I see you remembered your hair gel," he said as Wilson climbed into his car.

"You must really like this guy, you're wearing a clean shirt," Wilson returned.

It wasn't long before they were standing in front of Nyx's door. When he opened it, House held out a box. "I brought bagels," he said.

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[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx laughed awkwardly, pushing his hair back and doing his best not to fidget.

"Well, I'm sorry we're not meeting under better circumstances," he assured him.

He glanced between the pair a little, then wet his lips with a quick flick of his tongue. "Must be nice to get to see one another again, Greg told me it's been a while."

[drfeelbad]

Wilson gave a small, cautious smile that didn’t quite smooth out the tension in his shoulders.

"Yeah," he said, glancing at House. "It’s been... a while."

House gave a short, humorless laugh under his breath. "Guess I'm not a great conversation starter when the last thing you said was under oath."

Wilson winced. Finally he said, "I did what I thought was right." Not defensive. Just tired. "And well, we're here now."

House shrugged—small, stiff. "Water under the burning bridge," he muttered. "And, you know. I didn't exactly have a lot of people I felt like calling." It wasn't exactly forgiveness, but it was something.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx wasn't looking to start a fight between the pair, and let it be for now. Besides, he could tell Greg was trying.

"You should take him out tonight," Nyx suggested to House, nodding at Wilson. "I know a guy who can get you a table at that new seafood place."

[drfeelbad]

"You could come with us," House said. "I mean... if you're feeling up to it. I need someone else to make fun of Wilson's tie."

Wilson rolled his eyes. "I'm not wearing a tie."

"You will be if we go out. You can't have changed that much in two years."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I don't know, I'm really tired," Nyx admitted. "Besides, I'm sure you'd both like to catch up."

[drfeelbad]

"You sure?" House said, hesitantly. "We could always get take-out instead..."

[tempting_the_fates]

"You don't have to look after me," he insisted quietly, not wanting House to think he had to start looking after him. He didn't want to be anyone's burden. "It's fine. I'm fine. Haven't even started treatment, right? Let me save up my favours for when I'm falling apart," he joked with an awkward laugh.

[drfeelbad]

After a beat, House let out a small, barely audible sigh.

"Fine," he said. "But if Wilson starts talking about wedding seating charts, I’m faking a stroke."

Wilson gave him a look, but didn’t interrupt. He knew that tone. That was House’s version of letting go.

House rubbed the back of his neck. "Let me know if you change your mind?"

[tempting_the_fates]

"I will," Nyx promised, getting up and making his way over to House. For a moment he was worried he might be doing something wrong- Exposing things Greg might not want exposed in front of his friend, but he still leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Thank you," he said quietly.