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James stared at Greg as Greg played the piano. He watched Greg's fingers dance over the keys. He listened to the peaceful noise of each note. He noticed with slight amusement that he swayed slightly to the beat. He swallowed and asked suddenly.
"Do you love me?" James's face was red and he stared at his hands, folded in his lap. The piano music stopped with a chord that made both men flinch. House turned around slowly and raised a single eyebrow.
"What?" He wanted to have misheard James. He prayed that he wouldn't ask again. That things would be normal. He knew he didn't mishear him. He could only hoped that the normalcy that they lived under would be enough so that James wouldn't want to disrupt it. But deep in his heart Greg knew James wasn't happy. He wouldn't be happy unless he knew. Unless he knew if someone loved him.
James asked again raising timidly to meet House's own eyes. House sighed and didn't answer. He didn't know the answer. He hated that feeling more than anything in the world. And as he met James's soft eyes he wished he did know. Did he love him? Or did he need the company? Did he love James? Or did he love Vicoden? House sighed.
"I don't know." James mouth opened in shock. His eyes grew wet with tears. He cried. He cried, sitting Greg's couch, with Greg watching him with a look in his eyes that James couldn't read. Greg limped over and sat next to James. He slowly and awkwardly hugged him. James cried into Greg's chest. Greg slowly rubbed his back.
"I….love you…." James whimpered. Greg decided. He kissed the top of James head softly. It felt good to be loved. Like he was warm again