Disclaimer: I do not own Royal Pains
Hank got home from an extended vacation Boris had pushed onto him without warning or room for refusal. Evan had been with Paige and Divya had roomed with Jill after a mishap with her parents. Hank paused for a moment, considering the new roof, and siding. Boris approached the man with a small smile. "There's something different." Hank said hesitantly.
"Indeed there is." Boris said, his smiled growing ever so slightly. Hank shrugged, dismissing the notion and turning to Boris.
"Anyway, I wanted to thank you for that amazing trip." Hank grinned.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself." Boris said with a very subtle hint of annoyance.
"How are you feeling?" Hank said.
"Someone recently gave me the advice not to let my condition define me." Boris said.
"Good advice." Hank nodded, a small smirk on his face.
"In my experience, sick people often seek reassurance that they are not their disease. That they are not defined by their illness." Boris said as his eyes darkened.
"Are you defined by your illness?" Hank seemed to be challenging Boris and the Austrian liked the gentle tease it implied.
"No." Boris said softly before taking Hank into his arms and kissing him. Hank was shocked, Boris always seemed very laid back and restrained, never seeming to feel the need to exert energy when he could pay someone to do it for him. Hank smiled, this is something he'd preferred Boris to do rather than a hired helper. When they broke Hank was smiling softly and Boris was blushing, seeming a bit embarrassed by his sudden outburst.
"Blue is my favorite color." Hank murmured and Boris smiled.
"I know."
