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Stephen's not sure how much time has passed since Wilson left, but it doesn't really matter. Not after . . . everything.
He had felt nothing. Absolutely nothing and replaying the kiss over and over in his mind only proved that. Stephen was married, had children, and was well known as a respectable heterosexual man. He was Not Gay. Again.
Stephen briefly entertains the idea of another escape, giving him something else to focus on, when he catches sight of one of the nurses through the door.
"Dare you," she mouths.
No escaping, then.
Stephen leans back against the pillow, eyes glued to the ceiling, jumping every so often when a particularly detailed memory comes to him. When he finally glances back through the windows, he starts.
House. Watching him.
Grabbing for his glasses, Stephen slips the on. Unconsciously, he gulps.
At least now his mind's been distracted.
[Open to House]
He had felt nothing. Absolutely nothing and replaying the kiss over and over in his mind only proved that. Stephen was married, had children, and was well known as a respectable heterosexual man. He was Not Gay. Again.
Stephen briefly entertains the idea of another escape, giving him something else to focus on, when he catches sight of one of the nurses through the door.
"Dare you," she mouths.
No escaping, then.
Stephen leans back against the pillow, eyes glued to the ceiling, jumping every so often when a particularly detailed memory comes to him. When he finally glances back through the windows, he starts.
House. Watching him.
Grabbing for his glasses, Stephen slips the on. Unconsciously, he gulps.
At least now his mind's been distracted.
[Open to House]