House wasn't looking for Fin, and he didn't spend much time in the park. But his leg had started hurting while he was riding his bike, so he'd stopped driving and sat down on a park bench for Vicodin and a break from the uncomfortable position of riding.
The (not very good) guitar music came from being him, and he scowled as he turned around. He could just barely make out the figure by the tree, but it was just enough to think he recognized him. So he grabbed his cane, got up, limped over to him.
When he verified that it was indeed Fin, wearing dark glasses now, he said, "It's really too bad you can't see my reaction to your playing."
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Date: 2016-09-13 02:41 am (UTC)The (not very good) guitar music came from being him, and he scowled as he turned around. He could just barely make out the figure by the tree, but it was just enough to think he recognized him. So he grabbed his cane, got up, limped over to him.
When he verified that it was indeed Fin, wearing dark glasses now, he said, "It's really too bad you can't see my reaction to your playing."