|heartkiller| for house_onthehill
Jimmy turned over in bed to face a sleeping House and sighed. He’d only been back from whatever venture Castiel had taken his body upon for a few days and he didn’t feel in a well enough state mentally, physically, to return to work just yet. The first day had been excruciating. He had been exhausted, famished, and walked about PPTH with a drilling headache and a sullen frown. This though, this was nice, he always felt at peace in moments of rest and House’s company was something cherished.
The accountant posing as a doctor had already walked Claire to the door so that she could catch her bus to the school she attended and he had been sure to pack her a wonderful lunch with a note from him as an apology for days missed. It felt like he’d missed so much already, it felt like he was constantly trying to catch up with his own life and he knew it was part of his sacrifice but he had started to value the lulling moments for what they were. He was back down to just his sky blue drawers and a white cotton t-shirt tucked into the diagnosticians side and he ran gentle finger tips across the man’s bare chest while sucking on his lip- studying him like he were De Louvre.
The accountant posing as a doctor had already walked Claire to the door so that she could catch her bus to the school she attended and he had been sure to pack her a wonderful lunch with a note from him as an apology for days missed. It felt like he’d missed so much already, it felt like he was constantly trying to catch up with his own life and he knew it was part of his sacrifice but he had started to value the lulling moments for what they were. He was back down to just his sky blue drawers and a white cotton t-shirt tucked into the diagnosticians side and he ran gentle finger tips across the man’s bare chest while sucking on his lip- studying him like he were De Louvre.