[for greg]

[more_flexible]

In the day he could forget. He could run and sweat and work and think about other things. It was the nights that got to him. He tried to do it alone, he really did, but in the darkness and moonlight and silence, he laid awake and stared at the ceiling and kept thinking about the future.

He thought about it until it made him itch.

He descended the stairs slowly, quietly, making his way to Greg's room. Maybe he'd actually get some sleep if he wasn't alone.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack whimpered quietly at the loss of him and curled into his arms. There wasn't anything more to say...except to apologize again. Or thank him. Neither of which seemed right.

[misanthrope_md]

"Are you okay?" House whispered.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he lied, breathing easier.

[misanthrope_md]

"I don't believe you," House murmured, "but I don't think you're going to tell me what's wrong. Just know that I love you, okay?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he said again, kissing his shoulder softly. "I know. That's why I'm here."

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmmm well you're welcome anytime. I like you in my bed a lot better than that damn dog."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Sh'eats m'socks," he said sleepily.

[misanthrope_md]

"Yeah, well she wears mine," House said with a snort, and smoothed out Jack's hair. "Go to sleep. I'll stay up for a while, wake you if you have nightmares."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded and settled in to sleep. If tonight was like every other, Greg was going to be up all night and Jack felt marginally bad.

Until he drifted off listening to Greg's heartbeat with arms and bodies tangled.