House

[london_spy]

After getting Fin home, Danny had done the same for himself, getting his homework done at last before calling it a night. House's text was what woke him mid-day. ...Apparently he was getting that lunch after all.

Car still in the shop, Danny took the tube into the city proper, meeting Greg in a diner he'd never been to before.

He spotted House in a booth and went to join him, dumping his bag on the seat beside him as he slid into the booth.

"Rough night?" he quipped.

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[drfeelbad]

"Crane machines are the worst odds in the place," House said. "Though they are a feat of dark pattern engineering. But... sure. Let's go to Blackpool."

[london_spy]

"Yeah? You'll really go with me?" Danny asked, raising a brow. "It's a fair way out, Greg."

[drfeelbad]

House glanced at his watch. "Oh, I... guess it's kind of silly, isn't it." The truth was, he'd been so ready to just get away. Maybe the weirdness with Wilson was getting to him more than he realized.

[london_spy]

Danny deflated slightly, then nodded. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "It was a stupid suggestion."

[drfeelbad]

"I'd actually really like to, I just - this isn't a good time for overnight trips." He sighed, and took a swig of the beer.

[london_spy]

"It's fine, we'll just split the cash and call it a night," Danny said softly, getting up to cash in the slip.

[drfeelbad]

When Danny got back, House said, "Keep it. We'll go to Blackpool another time."

[london_spy]

"Don't," Danny pleaded quietly, handing over half the cash. "It is what it is, alright?"

[drfeelbad]

"We could go," said House, even as he took the cash from him. "We could take the train, hit the slots, get a hotel room..." His voice trailed off. "And I think we both know what would happen."

[london_spy]

"I said it's fine," Danny said, getting to his feet and looking hurt. "It's all fine."

Picking up his bag, he looked down at the floor rather than Greg. "I'll get a cab home. You have a good night, alright?"

[drfeelbad]

"Danny - "

But then he stopped, because he didn't know what the hell to say. And Danny was better off without thinking about him anyway. "Yeah," he said, resigned. "Goodnight."

[london_spy]

Danny had dared to feel hopeful for a moment at the sound of his name on Greg's lips, and it showed- But then he was being dismissed and the romantic in him died just a little more.

He didn't offer another goodbye, he just slung his bag over his shoulder and headed out the door.