[ Junpei clambers up beside him, a soft huff at the commentary as he wedges himself up against House’s side. His head will fit in like a puzzle piece to the crook of the other’s neck, warm breath on his skin as he pulls the blanket over the two of them. ]
I have a boyfriend, you know.
[ It’s satisfying to be able to have him so close, to be able to wrap him in his arms and in his blanket and feel protective. To know he’s safe and not hobbling around, sad and drunk on the streets like he’s somebody nobody loves. There’s a little subtle squeeze in his heart at the thought. He’s glad House came to him. ]
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I have a boyfriend, you know.
[ It’s satisfying to be able to have him so close, to be able to wrap him in his arms and in his blanket and feel protective. To know he’s safe and not hobbling around, sad and drunk on the streets like he’s somebody nobody loves. There’s a little subtle squeeze in his heart at the thought. He’s glad House came to him. ]
… and I’m not little.