090. Autumn
Autumn Days
House hated the fall. It wasn't so much the season itself since the cooler weather was always welcome after the summer and watching the changing colours of the trees was a secret delight of his that he'd never admit. It was the name. Fall. For a man with a bum leg who needed a cane, fall wasn't something he liked to think about too much.
He liked Chase's word for the season. Autumn. Nice and bland, nothing there to make him flinch and clutch his cane tighter. He was actually nice to Chase for a few days just to thank him for using that word. It made Chase suspicious which amused him. And it made Wilson glower which confused him at first. Then he saw that Wilson's glower wasn't directed at him but at Chase and then it made a whole lot of sense.
House blinked lazily as he wrapped his arm a bit tighter around the man sleeping in his arms and he stared out the window, watching the chill autumn…autumn, not fall…wind blow the multi-coloured leaves on the trees outside. He liked autumn.