Ever since his disastrous date with Cuddy the night before, House hadn't ventured out of his room. The only time he left briefly was to get his pill, though when he returned to his room he went straight back to bed and refused to budge from it. He was in a foul mood, his leg hurt, and he felt groggy and unrested. The more he tried to keep thoughts of Cuddy and Stacy out of his head, the more those thoughts stewed in his mind
( ... )
"Oh, c'mon," Wilson replied, slightly muffled by the door he was speaking to. "I don't have a key this time."
He'd caught the sound of House's voice, of course, but his own tone was normal despite this. Wilson knew House's moods better than anyone and could easily infer exactly what he was going to find behind the door if it ever opened. He didn't know the reason for it, though, and that made him furrow his brow. One hand rested against the doorframe and he leaned a bit closer to the door.
"House?" he tried in a very passive and unassuming voice. For some reason he really, really wanted to see him. Wasn't going to take no for an answer.
House was surprised to hear Wilson's voice. And instantly annoyed, too. He was pissed off about the friendship Wilson had struck up with the Doctor; he didn't like how much of an outsider he felt, didn't matter how much bad blood had stirred between Wilson and himself
( ... )
Wilson offered House a look of confusion and then rolled his eyes. "Mine doesn't look very new at all. Appears to have just gotten out of bed," he returned dryly. After squinting to appear like he was studying House more closely, Wilson shook his head dismissively. "Yep. Same old you."
It was truly futile, this exercise in ignoring House's remarks regarding the Doctor, Wilson knew. But he didn't exactly understand what House's problem was, either. They were okay, weren't they? Not really, but they hadn't been really okay for a while and Wilson didn't actually expect that to come back. To him, things between them had changed and that was just the way things were. Apparently
( ... )
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He'd caught the sound of House's voice, of course, but his own tone was normal despite this. Wilson knew House's moods better than anyone and could easily infer exactly what he was going to find behind the door if it ever opened. He didn't know the reason for it, though, and that made him furrow his brow. One hand rested against the doorframe and he leaned a bit closer to the door.
"House?" he tried in a very passive and unassuming voice. For some reason he really, really wanted to see him. Wasn't going to take no for an answer.
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It was truly futile, this exercise in ignoring House's remarks regarding the Doctor, Wilson knew. But he didn't exactly understand what House's problem was, either. They were okay, weren't they? Not really, but they hadn't been really okay for a while and Wilson didn't actually expect that to come back. To him, things between them had changed and that was just the way things were. Apparently ( ... )
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