[ An ache. How many times has he fantasized about getting to wake up beside him? To spend the night in his warmth? To hear his heartbeat in time with his own? A wish granted, but granted cloaked in a black veil of solemn sadness.
The feeling is shoved away. This isn’t about him. Eyes flick up to his loft, considering. There’s more than enough room, the bed being comedically massive for how tiny the house is.
Pulling slightly away so he can set about removing House’s shoes, he murmurs. ]
Finish your cup. I’ll have Moon Dregs help. Don’t be afraid. It’s just safer that way.
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The feeling is shoved away. This isn’t about him. Eyes flick up to his loft, considering. There’s more than enough room, the bed being comedically massive for how tiny the house is.
Pulling slightly away so he can set about removing House’s shoes, he murmurs. ]
Finish your cup. I’ll have Moon Dregs help. Don’t be afraid. It’s just safer that way.