House pulled away just enough that he could look at him. "Fox, I'm not sure if you understand what a big deal this is for me. I haven't felt this way about.... anyone, in a very long time. I want to fight for it."
House squeezed his hand. "I don't want to push you," he said. "Only if you feel the same way. But if you do... I'd prefer to face the rest of it together, rather than you deciding for me."
"I understand," Fox said, hesitating before adding, "And I do. I... I feel
the same, I think. I feel... I am attached to you. I care for you. I feel
best when we are together."
"I mean, I just... it limits what I can do," House said softly.
He reached down and placed his hand over Fox's, feeling the skin of the leg. "I won't lie, this is amazing," he said quietly. "To be able to move as I like, and without pain... but I also don't want it to cost you. I have lived a long time with one leg. I can cope."
"Then know it's honesty when I tell you it feels shameful," Fox said
quietly. "...I don't want to speak about it anymore tonight. Please, it's
been so lovely. I want it to remain that way."
House found this a bit disquieting, but for the time being, he just kissed Fox's forehead and said, "Yes, it's been wonderful." Dropping the subject entirely.
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