He’d followed him here. Maybe he’d given him a head start, if we’re calling it that. Truth be told, he’d been following him a while, to the church and now here, and here he’d waited in the car, watching the door, expecting that after a half hour, forty five minutes, he’d come out. It had been over and hour and he’s still inside, and that’s when House decides it’s time to follow him in.
He walks in, stiff from sitting so long in the car, and it has his limp more pronounced than it sometimes is, at least by the door. Once he’s managed a half dozen steps or so inside the bar, he’s falling into that old familiar gait that looks less pained than it is. He doesn’t say anything, just hooks his cane loudly on the edge of the bar next to Chase, making sure it’s noisy enough to be jarring, and then settles himself down on the barstool directly to his left. He doesn’t say hello because Chase knows who he is, and if he doesn’t know that he’d stalked him here, then he hasn’t been paying attention for the last few years.
And he’s not subtle about eyeing Chase, the level of his drink (nearly gone), the color of his face, the dilation of his eyes. Then he leans in closer a little bit and smells him.
“…so I take it you’re planning to take a cab home to your apartment? Or maybe you were going to walk the fifteen blocks. You know, to keep with the theme of the evening, punish yourself a little bit more… maybe toss a couple broken beer bottles in your shoes for dramatic effect…?”
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He walks in, stiff from sitting so long in the car, and it has his limp more pronounced than it sometimes is, at least by the door. Once he’s managed a half dozen steps or so inside the bar, he’s falling into that old familiar gait that looks less pained than it is. He doesn’t say anything, just hooks his cane loudly on the edge of the bar next to Chase, making sure it’s noisy enough to be jarring, and then settles himself down on the barstool directly to his left. He doesn’t say hello because Chase knows who he is, and if he doesn’t know that he’d stalked him here, then he hasn’t been paying attention for the last few years.
And he’s not subtle about eyeing Chase, the level of his drink (nearly gone), the color of his face, the dilation of his eyes. Then he leans in closer a little bit and smells him.
“…so I take it you’re planning to take a cab home to your apartment? Or maybe you were going to walk the fifteen blocks. You know, to keep with the theme of the evening, punish yourself a little bit more… maybe toss a couple broken beer bottles in your shoes for dramatic effect…?”