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[for house]
Jan. 2nd, 2007 07:04 pmHe'd walked away...it was all very dramatic but it didn't mean shit. Not when he had to come back eventully. It was where he lived.
He'd walked for a while to clear his head, then ducked into the compound to get something to eat and mostly to kill time. By the time he was feeling human, it had gotten dark. He'd gone down to scrounge for something warm, meeting a cute guy in the process. His name was Greg...wasn't that just a cosmic fuck you? Even worse was when they both dove for a shirt, craked heads, and Greg got a bloody nose. Jack couldn't think of a way the day could suck much more.
He walked home in the dark, covered in drying blood. It wasn't until he was inside, standing there at the foot of House's bed, that he realized that maybe...just maybe...he didn't want to walk away. It couldn't keep on the way it had been, but it could end the way it did, either.
Jack pulled off his clothes and slid into bed with Greg. He wasn't going to say he was sorry because that was a lie he wouldn't tell. Besides, sorrow and regret aren't the same.
He'd walked for a while to clear his head, then ducked into the compound to get something to eat and mostly to kill time. By the time he was feeling human, it had gotten dark. He'd gone down to scrounge for something warm, meeting a cute guy in the process. His name was Greg...wasn't that just a cosmic fuck you? Even worse was when they both dove for a shirt, craked heads, and Greg got a bloody nose. Jack couldn't think of a way the day could suck much more.
He walked home in the dark, covered in drying blood. It wasn't until he was inside, standing there at the foot of House's bed, that he realized that maybe...just maybe...he didn't want to walk away. It couldn't keep on the way it had been, but it could end the way it did, either.
Jack pulled off his clothes and slid into bed with Greg. He wasn't going to say he was sorry because that was a lie he wouldn't tell. Besides, sorrow and regret aren't the same.
