Two Stories...Ten Minutes Later
House triumphantly entered Wilson’s office. “She bought it. Hook, line, sinker, and boat.”
“That ‘I need you’ crap? Seriously?” Wilson watched his friend settle on the office couch.
“I even told the tight-assed principal at the school. She’s going to be on the phone to Cuddy tomorrow morning, telling Cuddy what a great catch I am. So sensitive.”
Wilson snorted. “How did you keep a straight face?”
“You would have loved it.” House gave Wilson a basset-hound stare. “I need you in my life. And to show it I…I bought a toothbrush.”
“Stop it, House, or I’ll puke on my desk.” Wilson sighed. “Why you put yourself through all that crap for Cuddy, I’ll never know.”
“Look who’s talking-the poster man-child for putting the mate’s needs before your own.”
“I wish you’d gone with your other notion and pulled a dead mouse out of your pocket instead of a toothbrush.”
House shook his head. “No. That was only funny because we were naked and drunk, Wilson.” He leered at his friend.
“Everything’s funny when we’re naked and drunk. We should get naked and drunk more often. How about tonight? I can be funny at a moment’s notice.”
House slumped on the couch. “Can’t. Made a dinner date, sealed with a toothbrush.”
“B-but…I need you, House.” Wilson made an exaggerated pout. “I need you in my life. I need you in my world. I need you the most in my pants. Or, your pants. You choose.”
House frowned. “Sometimes your ideas work too well, you know that, Wilson?” He got to his feet.
“How about tomorrow?” Wilson turned back to his paperwork.
“Sure. 7 o’clock, I’ll bring the beer. Prepare to get very, very funny.” House breezed out of the office door, humming “I Need You” by the Beatles.