quotable_muse: "Well, nobody's perfect."
Your hand won't stop shaking as you reach for the doorknob, taking a moment to appreciate just how cold it feels against your sweaty palm. You lean back a bit and push it open slowly.
He's easily distinguishable at first glance in comparison with the rest of the room. Dark and clenched in a ball of messy sheets surrounded by too much white for even your eyes to bear. The feeling to speak keeps you clenched too, and it's almost as if he can sense it, because he's been facing the window up till now even though he probably heard the door open.
“Hey,” comes a gruff voice from someone you tell yourself you recognize. A rehearsed smile is shot across the room before you take your seat in the extremely uncomfortable chair next to his bed. He's concentrating way too hard on something invisible and after he blinks for the third time since you sat down there's an overwhelming feeling of expectation. You know it's coming and it's what you came for, but there's no such thing as preparing for that look in his eye.
“They took it,” he says simply. No dramatic gestures or heavy breathing. Hell, he doesn't even look at you. You get that it's because he can't. You also realize you don't want him to.
“Nobody's perfect.”
The words come from a place you instantly lose your grip on and something in your chest makes it clear that was a mistake. He's looking at you now, and you can see his lips trying to choose from all their newly-attained options. A second later he's got his bottom lip between his teeth and he's glancing at your tie. Neither of you are sure what you meant, not really, and for a second you hope he'll just decide to ignore it. You almost want him to roll over onto his side again just to keep him from looking at you. Because you're supposed to know what to say. You're supposed to know what to do and how to deal with this better than he ever will so that he can take solace in something. Reason escapes you again when you allow yourself to meet his eyes. He nods shortly. The room stays quiet for an unknown amount of time and you wish your hands would stop sweating.
Muse: Dr. James Wilson
Fandom: House MD
Words: 391
He's easily distinguishable at first glance in comparison with the rest of the room. Dark and clenched in a ball of messy sheets surrounded by too much white for even your eyes to bear. The feeling to speak keeps you clenched too, and it's almost as if he can sense it, because he's been facing the window up till now even though he probably heard the door open.
“Hey,” comes a gruff voice from someone you tell yourself you recognize. A rehearsed smile is shot across the room before you take your seat in the extremely uncomfortable chair next to his bed. He's concentrating way too hard on something invisible and after he blinks for the third time since you sat down there's an overwhelming feeling of expectation. You know it's coming and it's what you came for, but there's no such thing as preparing for that look in his eye.
“They took it,” he says simply. No dramatic gestures or heavy breathing. Hell, he doesn't even look at you. You get that it's because he can't. You also realize you don't want him to.
“Nobody's perfect.”
The words come from a place you instantly lose your grip on and something in your chest makes it clear that was a mistake. He's looking at you now, and you can see his lips trying to choose from all their newly-attained options. A second later he's got his bottom lip between his teeth and he's glancing at your tie. Neither of you are sure what you meant, not really, and for a second you hope he'll just decide to ignore it. You almost want him to roll over onto his side again just to keep him from looking at you. Because you're supposed to know what to say. You're supposed to know what to do and how to deal with this better than he ever will so that he can take solace in something. Reason escapes you again when you allow yourself to meet his eyes. He nods shortly. The room stays quiet for an unknown amount of time and you wish your hands would stop sweating.
Muse: Dr. James Wilson
Fandom: House MD
Words: 391