He steps in, filtering in the apartment around him, taking in out of the corner of his eye some laundry needing washed, takeout boxes in the trash, signs of a life either too busy for mundane chores or too filled with more interesting things. He sees the case files, knows immediately that she's an investigator of some kind. It isn't a far stretch to believe. She's perceptive, enough that she'd managed to crack House like a mirror.
Now she's got to deal with her bad luck.
Slipping his jacket off, he tosses it over the nearest piece of furniture, joined by his cane. He can get around the few rooms of an apartment, even a strange one, without. "House," he says, voice distracted, before he cups her face in both hands and kisses her again, like a long, deep drink of water. Something he's been wanting for a long time, something he hasn't had. It's clumsy passion, but not for lack of experience; only for lack of the finesse of detachment.
no subject
He steps in, filtering in the apartment around him, taking in out of the corner of his eye some laundry needing washed, takeout boxes in the trash, signs of a life either too busy for mundane chores or too filled with more interesting things. He sees the case files, knows immediately that she's an investigator of some kind. It isn't a far stretch to believe. She's perceptive, enough that she'd managed to crack House like a mirror.
Now she's got to deal with her bad luck.
Slipping his jacket off, he tosses it over the nearest piece of furniture, joined by his cane. He can get around the few rooms of an apartment, even a strange one, without. "House," he says, voice distracted, before he cups her face in both hands and kisses her again, like a long, deep drink of water. Something he's been wanting for a long time, something he hasn't had. It's clumsy passion, but not for lack of experience; only for lack of the finesse of detachment.