[CLOSED TO HOUSE] Attempting to breach?

[headofoncology]

After his coffee/chat with Cuddy, Wilson realised he now carried the burden of needing to go talk to House without actually knowing why he was really there. Sure, House seemed to be acting strange in the wake of the bus crash, but who wasn't? Everyone was trying to process it differently and deal with different aspects of it, Wilson himself

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[c18_h21_no3]

"What are you, my mother? I need your permission to have a play date?" House answered, sitting down at his desk and grabbing the remote to his television. Think of something good, Greg.

Flipping the t.v. on, he swung his leg up onto his desk, hoisting his bad one on top of it with his other hand. Ignoring him was always a good option, but that never deterred him, and Wilson usually just decided to be Wilson and persist to nip at his heels until House caved.

[headofoncology]

Wilson almost just turned around and went back to his office. Almost. He watched House calmly for a few moments, but remained by the door. "Anyone but Chase, and I probably wouldn't be the slightest bit suspicious," he admitted. "He's not exactly hung around you with 'Yay House' banners since you fired him. In fact, he's the only one willing to tell you to piss off if he feels like it. Ironic that he's coming out of your office..." he glanced into the connecting room to see scrawls on the whiteboard, "... after a differential."

[c18_h21_no3]

There was always the mocking option, too.

Looking over at Wilson, he sighed, defeated. "Alright, I admit it. I can't resist not having him around. I think it's the hair, and have you just sat and listened to his accent? God. You should see him in his short shorts." House replied, eyebrows raised. He didn't waste time turning his attention back to the television, leaning back in his seat after finding his soap channel, tossing the remote on his desk and resting his hands behind his head.

Then there was the lying option, when all else failed. Admittedly, he knew full well that Wilson never left him alone when he suspected something was up. "He wanted to bring in a case, I already had one," he said flatly.

[headofoncology]

"Yet, he comes out of your office without a file that you didn't look at. Huh," Wilson said, holding up his hand. The mocking, well, it was neither here nor there. Wilson had heard it all before. It didn't particularly indicate it. As far as he could see, House was just being his typical ass of a self. "And it would be the first case ever Chase ever presented to you from Surgical, which would be coincidental. I might go ask him if he needs me to look at his patient. Cancer's always an option, right?"