for Chase

[misanthrope_md]

House was sitting on the bed in his room with his back against the wall and feet dangling off of the end, tossing the tennis ball up in the air and catching it.

He was feeling a little better today after the horrendous previous one. Chase had been right, of course; the pain had come back as soon as the morphine wore off, but he managed to sleep through the worst part of it, and today it had dissipated to the normal dull ache.

When he heard footsteps, he glanced up. "Miss me already?" he said to Chase.

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[dr_robchase]

Chase went silent at the mention of her name, working at House's shoulders. "She's not part of your relationship," he pointed out. "And she took Sirius back after he'd cheated."

[misanthrope_md]

House blinked. "Well. That would have been useful information when she was screaming at me yesterday. I thought she was going to hit me."

[dr_robchase]

Chase snorted. "Wouldn't put it past her. And she's pregnant. All those hormones and yeah, you probably would have gotten smacked."

[misanthrope_md]

"Yeah, well at least I had the presence of mind not to mention Phedre's name even though she asked me like five times." He let his head fall forward a little more.

[dr_robchase]

Chase kept working at House's neck, settling in on the bed. "She needs you on her side, remember? You're delivering her kid."

[misanthrope_md]

"Right."

House was quiet for a few moments and then groaned softly. "Okay Chase, stop making me so relaxed. I'm depressed and all I really want is a hit of acid or a blowjob. I suppose sleeping and dreaming about one or both of these things would be acceptable."

[dr_robchase]

Chase eased his hands off, crawling off to the side of the bed and sitting over the edge. "Sorry, can't offer you either, really."

[misanthrope_md]

"Damn," House mumbled, and stretched out on the bed, pulling the pillow over his head.

[dr_robchase]

"If it's anything," he offered, pushing to his feet. "If it weren't for Jay, you know I'd be quick to give you that blowjob."

[misanthrope_md]

House muttered something into the pillow that sounded a lot like, "Fat lot of good that does me," and followed it up with something that may have even been, "Thank you."

[dr_robchase]

Chase headed for the door, making sure the lights were off before he left, closing the door behind him.