There was no pretending House wasn't a little fucked up right now. He was still grieving. He'd been a wreck for the past two weeks. Drinking, mostly. But the only thing that had really made him want to stop was the desire to see Danny. And to not be a wreck for him.
His leg suddenly buckled and he grunted in pain. He'd go see Fin the next day.
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Date: 2020-07-04 11:41 pm (UTC)His leg suddenly buckled and he grunted in pain. He'd go see Fin the next day.
"Let's go sit down," he said.