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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[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.