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Wilson sits on the couch next to House, both watching whatever House had put on the tv, some kind of soap he thinks. Wilson wasn’t really paying attention to it, he was busy looking at house to make sure he didn’t fall asleep on his couch as that’s where Wilson sleeps every night now.
That’s what he tells himself to not feel weird about it anyway…

“House,” Wilson says and prods him in the ribs as he drifted slightly, “You’ve drunk too much, go to bed,” he says, not actually expecting him to listen. House turns his head to look at him and frowns, he leans onto Wilson.

Wilson’s eyes widen but doesn’t say anything, not wanting to spoil the moment… whatever the moment is.

“Wilson…” House murmurs as he looks up at him, “I.. love you…” he says, looking the most vulnerable Wilson’s seen him since the infarction and Stacy leaving.

He was clearly too drunk to think correctly… House doesn’t and wouldn’t ever like him like that!

Wilson’s mouth goes dry and looks away, “House…” he sighs and pushes House gently off him, he stands up and pulls him up, “C’mon, you need to go to bed now,” Wilson mumbles as he shifts House to be leaning on him, “You aren’t thinking right.”

House frowns but stumbles along with Wilson to his room, Wilson sits him down on the bed and House lies down on it. Wilson pulls the blanket over him and as he turns to walk away House grabs at his wrist. Wilson sighs and looks back at him, “What do you want, House?” He asks him, he’s tired and just wants to go to sleep but clearly House has other plans.

House doesn’t answer, he just continues to stare up at him, “House?” Wilson says, confused as to why he’s stopped him for seemingly nothing, “House, do you need something?” He tries, Wilson furrows his eyebrows and he moves closer to him. He lifts and rests one knee on the bed to reach over, he puts a hand to his forehead to check his temperature. It feels normal.

“House, are you messing with me?” He demands, “Greg? I can’t read your mind,” He sighs, “I swear to Go-“ Wilson doesn’t get to finish as he’s suddenly pulled harshly onto the bed. Wilson groans in annoyance and starts to push himself up, a lecture forming in his mind before House pulls him closer and practically cuddles him. Wilson freezes and turns his head to look over his shoulder at House, he looks relaxed and like nothing is out of the ordinary here.

Wilson clears his throat, “House… what’s..?” House cuddles him closer and nuzzles his head into his neck. Wilson feels his face heat up and turns his head away. He lays there awkwardly, afraid saying something will ruin the peace of the moment but also desperately wanting an explanation.

He sighs and closes his eyes, deciding he’ll get his answer tomorrow and let’s himself be taken away by sleep.

* * * * *

Wilson wakes up early, like he always does. He curls his arm tighter around Julie-

He opens his eyes quickly and looks up at the person he’s cuddling, he breathes in sharply when seeing House there. The memories of the night before come rushing back and he closes his eyes again, letting himself be hugged by the sleeping House.

Neither of them were very touchy friends so he lets himself soak it in the comfort of it as he thinks about last night. He knows House wasn’t thinking clearly when he said that he.. loved Wilson and that it was just him having drank too much. He sighs and freezes when he feels House move, worried he’s gonna wake up and freak out.

House groans and the arm on top of Wilson moves off of him and Wilson has to hold back a frown at it to keep House under the impression he’s asleep in case he’s awake, he wants the comfort of it back. He hears a muttered curse and feels the bed dip as House sits up.

There’s silence and he feels House move closer to him, trying not to react to his breath fanning his face. House pushes him slightly, “I know you’re awake,” he mumbles into his ear.

Wilson blinks open his eyes and looks up at House, “Uh… hi?” He says nervously. He pushes himself up to be sitting like House is.
House doesn’t say anything for a moment and just looks at him and Wilson runs to explain before he can make some joke out of this or accuse him of something, “Nothing happened! You were drunk and I brought you back here and you wouldn’t let me leave!” He says and runs his hand through his hair from nerves, causing it to stick out more, “L-like you grabbed my wrists and pulled me down and! And… and..” he trails off at House’s raised eyebrows and a lack of anything else to say.
Like why he didn’t leave when House fell asleep or just pull his arm away and leave, he’s stronger than House is so he could’ve just done that.
He drops his hand from his head.

House fake pouts at him and tilts his head, “So you’re telling me we didn’t have hot, steamy gay sex last night? Aw bummer!” House leans forward and Wilson shuffles back, feeling extremely embarrassed, “And here I thought that you’d never pass up an opportunity on me, do you really want me that little, Jimmy boy?”

Wilson looks away and hurriedly gets up, “Don’t joke about that House!” He says, “You can’t consent when drunk! You’re a doctor you should know that!” He shouts about to say more when he sees Houses smirk, “Don’t-!” He starts when House opens his mouth. He gets ignored. “So you did want me then, well I’m perfectly sober now if you still want at me,” He mocks, winking over dramatically at Wilson. Wilson stutters and retreats out of the room as quickly as possible without making it obvious he’s running away.

* * * * *

House sighs when he’s sure Wilson’s not hanging out outside his room and leans back against the headboard, he knows how their friendship goes and how this’ll just be added to the pile of things they don’t address, like that time Wilson drunkenly kissed him a couple years ago… he’s pretty sure Wilson doesn’t remember that but he can’t be sure as he didn’t and won’t ever ask about it. Wilson probably assumes he can’t remember the night before.. which is half right, confessing to him is the one thing he properly remembers.

He resolved himself to never telling Wilson his feelings a long time ago, he knows Wilson’s straight and the kiss only happened because it was only two days after being handed divorce papers and he just missed her… that’s all.

He hears Wilson shout from the kitchen about breakfast being necessary or something and shouts a, “Yes mom!” back at him. He pushes himself till he’s at the edge of the bed and grabs his cane. He stands up and limps to the mirror to make sure his face betrays nothing he’s feeling.

“House! Breakfast! I mean it!”

“Coming! Mom!”