Disclaimer: I do not own Royal Pains
Boris was a private man. He also didn't like staying in one place too long. He held two weeks as an extended visit. Being rich enough to have a house made of gold bars often drew in the wrong crowd so he liked to keep himself away from all that. But then he met Hank. And the doctor had made him want to stay. He wanted to tell the good-hearted, yet intrusive doctor his life story. He wanted to spend long nights with him teaching the man german. He wanted to share his obscene fortune with him. There was a reason he had no heir, and it wasn't for lack of women. It was for lack of interest. People never seemed to interest him in general. He'd know when he was going to die and how, and he didn't want to waste time on silly things like sex. But then, along came Hank, not remotely well off, and very possibly just as damaged as he. So he tested his trust, and his worth, and decided that maybe, he was worth wasting time on. So yeah, he made the license problem into blue skies and yeah he let the doctor live in his modest guest house. He wanted Hank to be happy, even if it was a waste because he'd be gone soon, with no legacy. His death like his father and his father's father would be covered up with some larger than life story to hide the truth, because no one wants to hear the story of a larger than life man dying from a normal sized disease. Well it wasn't exactly normal sized, it was beyond rare, and untreatable. He'd been taking shark shots in the vain hopes it would help, maybe give him a few more years, but it reacted badly, giving him a nasty rash and stifling his vision. And in his weakness, he called Hank. Hank, the one man he wanted to seem invincible, and perfect, and larger than life to, and he was the one he reached out to when frightened. But then there was Hank, by his side, asking him questions and making him feel bad about not divulging personal things like his rash to his doctor. And then there was Hank telling him not to use the shark shots anymore because it was doing more damage than it was helping. And there was Hank, never having problems telling him he was wrong, even though Boris housed and paid and looked after Hank.
When they went back to the flat, Hank started Boris on an iv and sat with him for a while. "Hank?" Boris said at last as his blurry vision slowly began to refocus. It must have been an incredibly long and dull silence.
"Yes?" Hank asked, instantly on his feet, anxiously checking the iv.
"Would you mind staying with me a while longer?" He asked. Hank seemed to calm down and slid back into his seat.
"I haven't even gotten a chance to-" Hank laughed.
"In New York?" Boris cut him off.
"I don't know..." Hank tried to be reasonable in his head. His brother and assistant had just fixed a man with fish hooks and Jill was getting cozy with her husband. He had stuff to get back to, things that needed his attention. But he looked at Boris who'd seemed to resign himself and he felt his heart squeeze. "Anything for you Boris." Hank said at last with a soft smile. It may have been a waste of time, and as they say, time is money, but for Hank, Boris would waste all his time and throw away all his money. Boris shut his eyes and smiled softly.
"Thank you." He said.