Fic::House::9 1/2::(2b/3)

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[treacle_a]

Hours later, after the soporific haze of hydrocodone and liquor has worn off, long after she's gone, when he's cold, dead sober and four hours away from his next pill, he'll say (quietly, so nobody can hear), "No."

::gulp::

[picks up broken heart]

[puts in small brown paper bag]

[anamin]

I love you, marry me NOW. What an awesome thing to wake up to. You rock so hard, I hope you know that.

[_lot49_]

Nothin' says lovin' like porn in the mornin'! XD