"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
[ The darkness in Junpei's little house is warm and comforting, like being in a nest. House puts his arm around him and gathers him close, feeling the distant drum of pain in his leg and spine but capable of ignoring it for now. It'll wake him up pretty soon, but for a little while he can have quiet and peace.
He turns his head and drops a kiss on top of Junpei's head. ]
Big where it counts. [ Heart or dick? Maybe he means both. But he's already getting blurry with sleep. ]
[ The kiss to his head is returned with a smattering of soft, fond pecks to House's jawline before the boy nuzzles in with his own heavy eyelids drooping. It's important that House gets rest, and there's some comfort in knowing at least in some small way he can help him with a need.
Junpei sleeps very light, the part of him concerned about House's wellbeing hyper aware of any odd sounds or movements even if he seems to be slumbering. Typically it's nightmares that make sleep difficult for him, but having a warm body to nestle up to always seems to keep them away. In his frequent nights spent with Murphy he's caught onto this, although he doesn't want to dwell long on what it might mean.
Incidentally, while the barn is mostly quiet, now and again the faint sound of hooves can be heard on the wooden floor. In the loft. On the main floor. Maybe some bleating that sounds somehow far away yet near. This does not seem to rouse Junpei at all. ]
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He turns his head and drops a kiss on top of Junpei's head. ]
Big where it counts. [ Heart or dick? Maybe he means both. But he's already getting blurry with sleep. ]
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Junpei sleeps very light, the part of him concerned about House's wellbeing hyper aware of any odd sounds or movements even if he seems to be slumbering. Typically it's nightmares that make sleep difficult for him, but having a warm body to nestle up to always seems to keep them away. In his frequent nights spent with Murphy he's caught onto this, although he doesn't want to dwell long on what it might mean.
Incidentally, while the barn is mostly quiet, now and again the faint sound of hooves can be heard on the wooden floor. In the loft. On the main floor. Maybe some bleating that sounds somehow far away yet near. This does not seem to rouse Junpei at all. ]