Fin

[drfeelbad]

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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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[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."

[drfeelbad]

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.