Thankfully, the judge had decided that all parties involved could use a day off from the normal proceedings and ordered a recess until the next morning, and House had all but bolted from the room with absolute glee. His foot did hurt, just a little, but he was able to wear his shoes again and that made him happy, in addition to the day off from
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Once Kyle did, House kicked the kickstand off and shifted into first, making his way slowly out of the parking lot and onto the city streets. He was heading towards the freeway that would take him out of the city in a general northwest direction. He'd done his research on Google before this trip, and he had just the place he wanted to go. Stopping at another light, he turned his head to speak. "Have I mentioned I despise traffic?"
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He paused, "So where are we going, really?"
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He wove his way out of the city and when he hit open freeway, he relaxed and got into a rhythm. "Remember," He yelled back over his shoulder. "Tap me if I go too fast for you."
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His eyes were scanning the road, looking for a gap, a break in the light traffic -- and cops, though he'd never admit that -- and his opportunity. When he saw it, he smirked to himself when Kyle instinctively tightened his grip around his ribs. He'd warned the man once, and just leaned their bodies forwards as he shifted up into the next gear, then the next, the smirk growing behind his faceshield.
It didn't take a genius to know why he loved this.
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"I'm too young to die," he quipped.
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He kept at his steady just-over-the-limit speed, making the occasional weave around other vehicles, and he didn't push it. This wasn't supposed to terrify Kyle. Once they were out of the reaches of the city and into the country, he knew they had about a half hour on the 64 until they got to the park, and that he'd need to get gas before they went in.
He did his best not to laugh when he gunned the engine and shot around a kid-filled minivan that was crawling in the fast lane.
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After a long few minutes, he teased, "Are we there yet?"
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He throttled down again, sighing as the adrenaline in his body protested the lack of speed, and a few minutes later he killed the engine in front of a gas pump. A nod of his head. "Climb off, you may want to stretch a little bit."
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He looked over as the other man dialed, figuring he'd be involved in this conversation somehow.
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"Greg, you wanna talk to your wife?"
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He waited for Kyle to hand him the phone, and then he shifted the hand on the nozzle and tucked the phone against his shoulder, keeping an eye on the gauge. "Hey, you." He smiled, out of habit. "The weather is nice. You should tan on the balcony, I'm sure room service could get you a pina colada." He knew the image that would conjur probably wasn't the cleanest, so he just laughed. "I love you. How're you doing?"
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A laugh. "I love you too. How are you feeling?"
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