Fin

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When Fin opened his eyes again, House felt for the second time the feeling of the absence of pain. It was intoxicating. So much better than whiskey. Better even than Vicodin.

He grabbed the back of Fin's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, and then hauled the young man onto his lap, hearing piano keys sound as his back hit them.

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"It's fine," House said, and it wasn't, but it also wasn't Fin's fault. "It'll be fine, it was just startling to have it return all at once..." It also felt worse than usual, which made him wonder if it was because of the physical activity straining the remaining muscles. But he didn't say that, he didn't want Fin to feel bad.

"Would you mind getting the Vicodin bottle from my jeans on the floor there?"

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"Yeah, of course," Fin said softly, slipping out of bed and finding the pills in question.

"Why don't I make us some tea or coffee?" he offered as he handed them over, still unabashedly naked.

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"There's no need for you to be up just because I am," House said, and swallowed the pills

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I always keep odd hours," Fin assured him, shrugging one shoulder and searching his trousers for his cigarettes. "Besides, I could fancy a cuppa."

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"I don't have tea," House said. Ugh so British. "But there's coffee. Coffeemaker on the counter. Beans and mugs in the cabinet above it."

He was trying to just ignore the pain now, as he waited for the pills to kick in. It was difficult.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Coffee is fine. Milk and sugar?" he asked, wondering how Greg took his as he pulled his briefs on and turned towards the kitchen.

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"I take mine black," said House. "But there's sugar on a tin in the counter, milk in the fridge..."

And he needed a moment of Fin not being there after all. He needed a moment along with the pain.

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Fin was aware that the man might need some space, and took his time brewing the coffee. Eventually he returned with two mugs though, offering one to House as he sat down on the bed beside him.

"Does it keep you up often?" he asked.

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"Sometimes," House qualified. "Some days are worse than others..."

He took the coffee and took a drink. He was feeling very slightly better now.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It must be miserable," Fin said, leaning back against the headboard and sipping his coffee.

"The pills help though?"

[drfeelbad]

"They make it possible for me to do my job, to live my life," House said. He sighed, and let his head fall back against the headboard. "They cause problems too, of course. But unless I'm going to carry you around in my pocket to dose me I'm afraid I don't have other options."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't get that small, sadly," Fin said with a sad smile.

[drfeelbad]

"Well," House said dryly, "as my father likes to remind me, at least I have a leg."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Two even," Fin teased lightly, offering a faint smile.

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House was quiet for a moment, contemplating Fin's reaction to everything. He wasn't sure why he felt inclined to reveal something, but...

"You aren't the first way-too-attractive person to be interested in me in recent years," he said. "A woman who worked for me back in New Jersey. It was pretty inexplicable. Smart, gorgeous, way too young for me. She even practically blackmailed me into going on a date with her, which was exceedingly awkward..." His voice trailed off for a moment. "She wanted to fix me. That's what was attractive about me to her. She needed to fix things. I'm broken, and that's what she needed."

He paused. "You on the other hand just seem to genuinely like me, which is interesting."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin considered that for a moment, then shrugged.

"You're honest. I value honest. ...And you're- Damaged, but perfectly capable. I don't mean that in some warped romantic way either. You suffer, but that hasn't stopped you from continuing on. ...You didn't believe me when I told you I'd been blind, but I assure you, it's true, and- I can empathise, and I respect how much you've done despite your disadvantage. ...I also remember how lonely it is, to hurt and know no one will ever completely understand your specific pain. Even when I met others who were blind, no one had become blind the way I had. People are so quick to compare themselves, but what they forget is pity and compassion don't fix anything. The only thing that helps is- Little distractions, and good company. I enjoy you, and if I can be good company as well, then that's nice too."

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House found that he appreciated the honesty, too. Usually that kind of question would get a totally bullshit answer.

"Tell me about when you were blind," he said. "I'm guessing it has something to do with the fae thing."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Actually, some crazy bastard stalked me, blinded me, and then abducted me. Nothing fae about it," Fin said softly.