[log] I Think We're Alone Now [semi-open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker!
Location: Bunker, Building 326 (high school), and Building 317 (hot shower house)
Date: Day 404-409
Summary: Goings on in the bunker post-event, and travel outside for House and Will. Brought to you by this cover.
Warnings: Please add them to subject lines, but likely body horror discussions, examination of vomit.

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[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will isn't even going to dignify that initial comment with a response, and also because he understands it's a throw away line for House. Probably words out of his mouth before he was aware of speaking.

As the older man spoke, the ex-profiler inched over onto his side, facing his friend. He watched the haggard profile, as House gave one of those rare glimpses, into his vulnerable heart. The reasoning was sound, and Will knew the man struggled with these types of fears. Not without reason, House was the master of self sabotage.

Reaching under the warming cocoon of the sleeping bags, Will lightly curled his fingers around House's forearm, tracking it down, until he could grip the other man's hand. ]

House. [ He began, in those soft and solemn tones. ] I highly doubt any of us are going to survive long enough for even you to screw up this relationship.

I sat there, while you were in that induced coma ... and all I could think about was the very real possibility that this time you weren't coming back. [ He'd gone and he'd done his investigating, like a good boy, but there had been a few hours. ] There seems to be a line drawn in the sand, between the few of us who weren't infected through our tablets and the rest of the group. If this place is true to form I suspect we'll find ourselves separated, and not by choice.

[ Pushing up on his elbow, he looked down into brilliant blue eyes, his own calmly serene. It had been the same serenity he'd felt, when he realized he'd lost the ability to save himself.

Zero sum game. ]

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[rubikscomplex]

[When was the last time he even held someone's hand when he wasn't freaking out? Ecks, maybe? Quark? Ginger in Miller's cells? House can't remember. It's been long enough that the simple connection is almost foreign to him. It's associated with trauma, with fear. There's fear here, of course. He can't really dispute the words Will's saying. He's seen the divide, as well. It's like the lights or the lines. Except this time, most people made the wrong choice, were marked for the crappier side of things.

Will picks himself up and leans over House and the doctors stares up at him, momentarily frozen. This conversation is going to end one of two ways. His lizard brain, the part that works only on fear, on a sense of danger, on a need to protect against all hurt says to rebuff Will. Laugh it off. Change the topic. Just straight out tell the other man to lie down and go to sleep.

But there's another option here.

House stays where he is, but he turns his hand, laces his fingers with Will's. Yeah, this is stupid, but he's never made particularly good life choices.]

You realize you're just giving me a challenge right?

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[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ He was equal parts expecting House to push him -gently- away, equal parts figuring it would be for the best if he did, and equal parts relieved when skilled medical fingers tangled with his own. Will flexed his hand, settling his fingers even more comfortable and then returning a firm grip:

I'm here.

Still leaning slightly over the older man, the ex-profiler quirked one corner of his mouth upwards, just a touch higher than the other, as his eyebrows rose innocently into his hairline. ]

Did I? Don't know what I was thinking.

[ Only that challenges were good. That if this place did take them away from each other in the next day, or the day after that, House would at least have the challenge to keep him driving onwards. It was about the only thing any of them could promise the other at this point.

But that was in the future hour, and Will was tired of trying to sort out the next step. It seemed a good time to simply exist in this moment. ]

This is where I awkwardly kiss you, [ he shared, a twinkle of wry humor entering into his blue eyes. ] If afterwards you tell me you can't because I'm unstable, I am kicking you out of the sleeping bags tonight.

[ No. No he wouldn't. House could stop things at any time he wanted, and they would just go to sleep. ]

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[rubikscomplex]

[He squeezes back.

I know.]

I mean, the Joker kissed me once. You're a hell of a lot more stable than he is. Anyway, I think the crazy's supposed to make it hotter.

[House finally shifts, rolling so that he's more on his back, looking up at Will properly now. His blue eyes are half-hooded]

This is also where I point out I'm not cleaning the sleeping bags if anything more than a kiss happens.

[While he's interested in dipping his toes a little deeper into whatever waters they're stepping into here, the thirst needs to wait for the morning when they can see about a shower before heading out.]