Post-Trauma--The Epilogue
Epilogue--this is the end, folks. Thanks for coming along for the ride!
“Wilson, your date’s here!” House calls from the living room.
Wilson quickly finishes knotting his tie and steps out of the bathroom. Lee and Andy are in the living room. “Rest of the guys should be here in ten or fifteen minutes,” House is telling Lee. “Grab a beer from the fridge and say goodbye to your money.”
“My money’s looking forward to taking your money home and showing it a good time,” Lee counters, heading for the kitchen.
“He’s been looking forward to this all week,” Wilson confides to Temas. He does sort of feel sorry for Tax Accountant, Dry Cleaner, and Guy from the Bus Stop, who won’t know what hit them tonight.
“So’s he. You ready?”
“Yes. House, you all set?” Wilson checks as he gets his jacket. House has been steadily getting happier and more stable, especially following Luerssen’s conviction for Isabelle D’s murder, a few weeks back. He still has the occasional flashback, but the fact that he’s resumed his weekly poker game is as good a sign as any that House considers himself well again.
“Yup. Where’re you girls going? Getting your nails done?”
Wilson rolls his eyes. “I thought maybe we’d start with dinner at a restaurant that doesn’t have a menu you can color, and go from there.”
“Fun,” House says flatly.
“Yeah, well, that’s why I’m not taking you. Open a window if you start smoking cigars.”
“Yes dear.”
“I have my cell phone if you need me, but you’d better not call me to order takeout this time.”
“You said to call if I needed anything, and I needed pad thai,” House points out reasonably.
“Goodbye, House.”
“’Bye, Jimmy.”
“Wilson, your date’s here!” House calls from the living room.
Wilson quickly finishes knotting his tie and steps out of the bathroom. Lee and Andy are in the living room. “Rest of the guys should be here in ten or fifteen minutes,” House is telling Lee. “Grab a beer from the fridge and say goodbye to your money.”
“My money’s looking forward to taking your money home and showing it a good time,” Lee counters, heading for the kitchen.
“He’s been looking forward to this all week,” Wilson confides to Temas. He does sort of feel sorry for Tax Accountant, Dry Cleaner, and Guy from the Bus Stop, who won’t know what hit them tonight.
“So’s he. You ready?”
“Yes. House, you all set?” Wilson checks as he gets his jacket. House has been steadily getting happier and more stable, especially following Luerssen’s conviction for Isabelle D’s murder, a few weeks back. He still has the occasional flashback, but the fact that he’s resumed his weekly poker game is as good a sign as any that House considers himself well again.
“Yup. Where’re you girls going? Getting your nails done?”
Wilson rolls his eyes. “I thought maybe we’d start with dinner at a restaurant that doesn’t have a menu you can color, and go from there.”
“Fun,” House says flatly.
“Yeah, well, that’s why I’m not taking you. Open a window if you start smoking cigars.”
“Yes dear.”
“I have my cell phone if you need me, but you’d better not call me to order takeout this time.”
“You said to call if I needed anything, and I needed pad thai,” House points out reasonably.
“Goodbye, House.”
“’Bye, Jimmy.”