"Want to go on a man date?"
House turned and nearly tripped and fell again. He glared at Taub. "Will you knock that off? It's annoying."
The wind tussled Taubs' short hair. House shivered. It was a bit nippy out.
"Do you?"
"What?"
"Want to go on a man date? I figure a man date would be better to ease you into the situation. More your usual style, eh?"
House huffed out a breath. "What the hell is a man date?"
"You go on them with Wilson all the time. I understand even Chase got into your man date pants. Bowling, was it?" Taub blinked at him.
His responses to that sentence were limited to what wouldn't make him blush. "I'm not going on a date with you." Well, at least he wasn't blushing too badly. Maybe the darkness hid the blush from Taub.
"Not a date. A man date. You know, like with monster trucks and… I actually can't think of anything else that wouldn't be strangely homoerotic."
House laughed. This entire situation was surreal. "Monster trucks are pretty homo—you know what, no, I'm not going there." He ran a hand through his hair and stepped down from the ledge he had been leaning on. "No means no."
"Your mouth says no, but your body—" House brandished his cane at him. "Also says no. Okay, not the best start."
House ignored him in favor of running away. Or rather, limping away in an angry fashion. They exited the roof area and wandered down the single flight of stairs. House pushed open the door and walked into the corridors of the hospital. It was late, so no one was really around.
Taub was following him. It was times like this House wished he could run in a serpentine fashion, so as to loose Taub in the non-existent crowd. House continued walking until he got to his office. He threw open the door and gimped in. He started to grab up his things.
"It could be fun," Taub told him. "We'll make a day of it."
House turned around to glare at Taub. Half way through the motion he noticed that Taub was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, in a very attractive manner. The cad. His glare turned to a star-struck look of lust.
"Uh, no." He managed to force out.
He shouldered his back pack and pushed past Taub, making a beeline for the elevator. He mashed the elevators button in annoyance until the doors opened. He stepped in; Taub followed. He was alone with Taub.
"Go away."
Taub leaned in. "House, come on. What do you have to loose?"
"Nothing I can go into right now. This isn't an Angst and/or hurt/comfort story."
Taub blinked. "What?"
"Never mind." House averted his gaze. "What would we do?"
The elevator began its decent as Taub broke into a huge smile. "Anything you like. And I do mean anything."
House twitched and, ohmygod was he blushing? He coughed lightly. "I'll get back to you tomorrow. Right now, I need sleep."
"Okay." The doors swished open. Taub stepped back. "See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
And House ran… er, limped away into the sunset.