Danny

House had been thinking about Fin's wish for him, that he should find joy. He still felt like he was fluctuating between his grief and his feelings for Danny, but could at least recognize that moving forward was the better option. Especially once he'd let Fin relieve his pain, which he'd been clinging to.

He'd made plans with Danny for a Saturday night; they'd gone to dinner, shared a bottle of wine, and then come back to Danny's place. House had been trying to decide when the best time for this was, just as he sat down at the table and Danny went to make drinks. It had been a really nice night. So... normal. Nice.

"So, ah..." He waited for Danny to come back in. "I have something for you."