Sometimes its the waiting which wants to kill you.

[jameswilson_md]

It really didn’t take Wilson long to jump back into the work flow, even after having been gone for a week. He had his coffee, he had even eaten a little breakfast -half a grapefruit, sorry Robert!- and he was whistling softly as he reviewed his schedule for the day

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[its_house]

"You...." House observed as he entered his friend's office,"look nervous." Well. It wasn't that Wilson looked nervous, because Wilson was a good pillar of calm. However, House had limped in, catching Wilson's tight smile. And that said tons to House. "What, hot date with Chase?" He set his cane on Wilson's desk as he lowered himself into the chair across from Wilson.

[jameswilson_md]

Wilson looked up a little surprised to find House standing there at this particular hour of the morning but the tight smile softened a little, became a hint more vulnerable but infinately more welcoming as he sat back from the chart laid out on his desk and regarded his friend.

"No, I usually look um... eager before those. Hot date with Rob's godfather... the...newshrink."

The last two words ran together a little quickly and Wilson looked away from his friend's face to the cane now perched on his desk.

[its_house]

House looked at Wilson with blatant surprise. Never in a million years did House think that Wilson would even come near a shrink with a 20 foot banana. And now he had an appointment? Chase must've did real good in bed.

House recovered quickly from his shocked look and shook his head almost disbelievingly,"...wow..." He looked around towards the ceiling, "You see any pigs flying??" Then to the ground,"Did hell freeze over?"

[jameswilson_md]

"Thank you, Mr. Supportive." Wilson snarked gently but it was a weak response and showed his nerves more than anything on his face or in his manners.