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"I love you," you blurt out into the following silence. You weren't fond of the silence before, but now you wish you could have it all back.
Wilson snorts. "You're drunk, House."
Is that disappointment you hear in his following sigh?
"Look, I'm going to head home now. It's better for both of us if you sleep this off. Alone. Maybe when you don't have four beers under your belt, we can have this little 'chat' again."
Fat chance of you getting the courage up when you are sober. That is probably the idea. You watch him put on his jacket.
Wilson turns and gives you a small smile. "See you at work tomorrow. Night." Your door closes with a soft click.
Oh, that went well.
You sit back with Wilson's remaining bottle of beer and think of how many languages you can call yourself an idiot in.
The End
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