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  He Knew 
 by fluffmonster  

 He knew that he couldn't avoid James forever, but he wasn't ready to face
him. How could he tell his best friends that he loved him? He tried to
ignore all of the emotions that he felt, building up walls, hoping that
they would just go away. But he knew that wasn't the way it worked. How
did this happen?

He knew that James would find him eventually. He decided against finding
him first; this being the only time he chose not to be the pursuer of
things. Before he could figure out what to do, he heard the knock on his
door that he knew all to well. 

The door was locked.

"House? I know you're in there." James called form the other side of the
door.

"Go away." He flatly replied.

"Come on. Don't do this."

"I said, go away!"

He knew that wasn't the end of it. He watched James cross the dividing
wall of the balcony, and as he slid open the balcony door, Greg turned to
walk away. James caught him by the arm.

"Stop."

"Not much of a choice..." he said. James let go of his arm and he turned
to look out the window. He couldn't face him.

Silence was filling the room until James finally spoke.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing. You?"

"We both know that isn't true. We also know that I'm not leaving until you
tell me. So please, save us both some time and frustration, and tell me
why you've been avoiding me."

Greg lowered his head and stared at the floor.

"I...I can't"

"Why? Are you afraid that I'll find out that you did something stupid and
lecture you? Because I honestly don't care if-"

"I love you." Greg interrupted. They were both silent as the realization
of what he said sank in.

"You what?" His voice changed and his tone became softer. "You love me?
Really?"

Greg raised his head and nodded before looking out the window again.
Without thinking, James moved closer to Greg until he was behind him. He
knew that Greg could see him in the window.

"James, I...I'm sorry. I care more than that. I just don't know how to say
it."

James put his hand on Greg's shoulder and turned him around to face him. 

He looked into to his eyes and smiled as he said, "You don't have to say
it. Show it." 

  
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