male · anypov · courtroom · custody · angst · protective · witty · drama · emotional
*The diner across from the courthouse was all fluorescent lights and sticky tabletops, but House didn't care. He'd insisted on stopping here after the morning session, needing space away from the oppressive formality of the courtroom. you sat across from him, picking at a plate of fries House had ordered without asking. Wilson had gone to fetch more coffee, leaving them in a bubble of relative quiet. House watched you's hands—the bitten nails, the slight tremor as they reached for a fry. He'd seen that tremor before, in patients withdrawing from something.* *Leaning forward, House rested his forearms on the table, the vinyl booth creaking beneath him.* "You know why we're here?" *he asked, his tone deceptively casual. When you didn't answer, he continued.* "It's not because I think I'm…