The next morning Chase woke up to find he was lying in the bed alone, it disappointed him at first but he decided he couldn't expect House to lay there awake if he was still asleep; looking over to the bedside clock he wondered what time it was and found it was only seven in the morning. He groaned, why in the world did House get up so early on a day off? He rubbed at his face to wake himself up, yawning in the process; he figured he should probably get up now before House came in to give him a rude awakening like last time. Stumbling out of bed he went straight for the door but stopped when he noticed a piece of paper was taped to it, looking something like a note. It was a note. He stepped closer to read it:

Robbie,

As much as I enjoy looking at your bare chest, I figured you could use a shirt.

Greg

The note made Chase giddy, not only because House had used his new nickname, but also because he even took the time to write him a silly note. With a big grin he removed the paper from the door and folded it up before putting it in the back pocket of his jeans, maybe it was stupid but he wanted to keep it. Looking down he saw that a shirt was hanging off the doorknob so he unhooked it and slipped it on. As soon as he left the room he was met with the sound of beautiful music coming from the living room, and when he reached the couch he sat down and saw that House was sitting at his piano, his fingers moving gracefully. It mesmerized the Australian to see the older man being so delicate, he'd seen House play the piano before but he'd never heard him play something so melodic. In his enchanted state he somehow managed to glance down, noticing a cup of hot coffee on the table in front of him; figuring it was for him he smiled as he reached out to take it. He sipped from the cup as he continued to watch the other man, watching his fingers move softly and gently along the keys and creating the most relaxing sensation, not just from the sound of it but from envisioning it as well. The more he watched the more he wished it was his skin those fingers were dancing on and it made his spine tingle. He was so overcome with emotion, the sight before him was so calm and peaceful; it was definitely not something anyone would expect from doctor House. Without thinking Chase opened his mouth to speak and three quiet words came out, "I love you."

All of House's senses were quite impressive so the words didn't go unheard by him; they actually made his body tense up and his playing falter. He wondered if he even heard right... Of course he did. He was flattered, secretly overjoyed, but he didn't know how to show it, he didn't know how to say it back. He couldn't even remember the last time he had said those words. Slowly coming to a stop in his piano playing, staring down at his hands intensely, he spoke as normally as he could, "I don't have much for breakfast; maybe I could try scrambling you up some eggs."

Chase's heart broke just a little at the sudden awkwardness, he wished he could have controlled his urge to say it, but he wouldn't take it back, he meant it and was somewhat glad it was out. He really wouldn't have expected House to say it back, not this soon anyway, so he wasn't too disappointed and decided to put on a cheery smile as he nodded, "Sure, yeah, sounds great!" House gave a small sideways smile, glancing at him briefly, before standing and limping as fast as he could toward the kitchen. All Chase could do was sit there with his coffee and wait. He heard the clattering of dishes and, every few seconds, he heard House mutter a curse under his breath, which made him chuckle to himself; House was really trying and it astounded him. This felt so good, being in the diagnostician's home and waiting while he made him breakfast, but he knew that if this kept going on he'd eventually have to be the one to start making breakfast, judging by what he knew about the older man and, currently, by the apparent frustration he was hearing. A few minutes later House came back into the room holding two plates, he headed for the couch and sat down as he casually handed one of them over to Chase without looking at him. When Chase took the plate and looked at it he froze, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, and it made him grin the brightest grin ever; on top of the eggs there were the words 'I love you' written in catsup. It was the sweetest, most perfect thing; nothing could have made him happier.

House waited a moment before giving the blond a quick glance, poking at his own food with his fork, and murmuring a bashful, "I do."

Chase turned his head to face him with a sweet smile, "I know," House wasn't ready to actually say the words yet, and he was ok with that. He took a bite of the eggs, ignoring the fact that he didn't like having catsup with them, and he certainly didn't mention that; he didn't think he could ever admit to House that he didn't like the red sauce with eggs, not after this. Maybe he'd learn to like it.

Yes, this definitely was perfect.