Double Drabble: Games and Lies and Truth

[perspi.livejournal.com]

For queenzulu:


House stands too close; he always stands too close. It's like a game for him, or something, getting inside everyone's personal space.

Foreman sighs loudly before saying, "House, I'm not Wilson."

"As I am well aware," House leers, leaning to look ostentatiously over the divider between them before shifting so their shoulders brush. "You smell better," he stage-whispers.

Foreman doesn't look at House but he smirks a little before he zips up and steps away. He checks once more around the entirely empty room, then he starts washing his hands while he finally asks, "How did you know?"

The water runs loudly, echoing around the space and hiding the sound of House coming up beside him. He leans into Foreman's shoulder again; apparently House takes every opportunity to crowd him. House's voice is low in his ear. "I knew where to look," he grumbles, "and you and Chase are both lucky I'm the only one who does."

Foreman thinks of the m-and-m he just survived, of the lies he chooses to live with and the ones House lets him have. He lets himself lean into House's solid warmth and brushes their knuckles together under the water, and says, "Thank you."

Comments

[zulu]

Thanks again, both for writing this and posting it! I really love House's reluctance combined with his in-your-faceness, and Foreman's quiet but evident appreciativeness. I was asked today for recommendations for stories that explore the current House/Foreman dynamic, and I was glad to have this one to point them toward! Otherwise, well. I'll write one eventually, oh yes. *grin*

[kirili.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this :) So lovely and evocative.