[House just breathes for a moment when he finishes the song. Music had always been one of his safe places, an escape. The damn "Lavender's Blue" song that had played off and on in his head at one point, interspersed with static and "long live the Prophet," had tarnished that. But the feeling wasn't gone. It had kept him and Strange sane, at least, when they'd been in the tower. He'd fought back against Kid the Cultist with music until he couldn't. And music is one of his first connections to Will from that fateful encounter.]
One song. I'll find more of my Beatles stuff in Strange's playlist.
[Time to go back to the real world to a degree. He doesn't want Will's more pleasant reality collapsing. But they need to pull apart, reestablish the order that says neither Gregory House, nor Will Graham, particularly like people touching them. That is true. House can't stand most people putting their hands on him. Will, though? He's okay.
He starts to untangle himself from the embrace, sitting back and offering the other man a smirk.]
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One song. I'll find more of my Beatles stuff in Strange's playlist.
[Time to go back to the real world to a degree. He doesn't want Will's more pleasant reality collapsing. But they need to pull apart, reestablish the order that says neither Gregory House, nor Will Graham, particularly like people touching them. That is true. House can't stand most people putting their hands on him. Will, though? He's okay.
He starts to untangle himself from the embrace, sitting back and offering the other man a smirk.]
Also, this is super gay. No homo.