Dinner. With House. Locked to drgreghouse_md Please.
He was nervous. Why was he nervous? He shouldn't be nervous. It was just dinner, and beer, with House. How many times had he shown up at House's door, unannounced, with pizza and beer? He'd eaten cold pizza and chinese out of the box at Hosue's place more than he'd eaten a hot dinner at home with his wife. This was no different. Except that it was completely different. THis wasn't just dinner and beer with House. No. There was a lot more to it this time.
He shifted on his feet, cradling the food and the beer and the bag of movies he'd brought ito his right side in order to knock on House's door. He glanced back toward the street, half feeling like he ought to make a run for it while he could. But he'd never live that down. So he pulled his attention back to the door, and shifted the things into both arms to provide a small barrier between himself and House when House finally opened the door.
He shifted on his feet, cradling the food and the beer and the bag of movies he'd brought ito his right side in order to knock on House's door. He glanced back toward the street, half feeling like he ought to make a run for it while he could. But he'd never live that down. So he pulled his attention back to the door, and shifted the things into both arms to provide a small barrier between himself and House when House finally opened the door.