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Wilson sighs as he leaves House’s patients room after giving her and her partner the news. The patient, whose name is Beth, only has a year left to live due to cancer and House chose him to give her the news for obvious reasons.
He looks over at House, who’s leaning on the wall down the hall from the patients room. Wilson turns to walk towards him but House, in a rare instant, waves him off to let him go to his office, ‘Maybe wanting to talk to the patient and her partner?’ He thinks. He nods at him and walks the other way to his office.
He opens the door to his office and sits down on his chair, he starts on his seemingly never ending pile of paperwork. Eventually it’s time for him to go home and he walks down to House’s office, he sticks his head into the room. House puts down the coffee he’s holding.
“Hey House,” Wilson says as he walks in, “Where’d you get the coffee?” He asks, standing in front of House’s desk. House shrugs, “Bella, or whatever her name is, partner gave it to me.. a thank for diagnosing her or something,” he says, “D’ya need something, Wilson?”
Wilson nods, “It’s Beth, she was your patient you should know that,” he says, it’s typical for House to not remember patients names but he will never not be disappointed about it, “And well.. I’m leaving now, do you want me to give you a lift home?” He offers to him, House shakes his head, “Nah, I’m gonna stay later to make sure she stays stable for now,” he says casually. Wilson stares at him for a moment, “You… you want to stay later? That’s not like you,” he says, “Are you feeling alright?” He teases him.
House shrugs, “I’m fine, Wilson, now go home or whatever,” he says, rolling his eyes. Wilson sighs and nods, starting to leave, “You… you sure you’re alright?” He asks again. House groans in annoyance, “God, yes! I’m fine Wilson!” He says, scowling at him. Wilson lifts his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright… goodnight House,” he says and walks out of his office. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees House rubbing his forehead.
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Wilson’s in his office per usual the next day, House’s weirdness from the night before already forgotten. It’s a peaceful morning for a while before Cameron bursts into his room, Wilson looks up at her in surprise, I thought she was the polite one? He thinks as he clears his throat, “Dr Cameron, do you need anything?” He asks, letting a little sarcasm seep into his tone. That embarrasses her at least a little bit, “It’s… it’s House,” she says quickly after getting over her momentary embarrassment.
Wilson sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose, between his eyes, in exasperation, “What’s he done now?” He asks, expecting anything other than what comes out of her mouth. She points out the door as she says it, “He’s writing poetry, like actual poetry!” She says, still in shock.
Wilson blinks, he was expecting to hear that he violated another DNR or that he’s antagonising Cuddy again, “He… he’s what?” He says, sitting up straighter, “That is odd but… are you sure he didn’t just messing with you all again?” He asks, to clarify. She shakes her head quickly, “No! He’s asking us for critique and actually taking it!”
Wilson becomes visually confused, “And… who is it he’s writing about?” He asks, clasping his hands together, trying to keep from feeling jealous. Cameron looks embarrassed again, “It’s uh.. it’s you?” She says awkwardly, rubbing her hands together nervously. Wilson’s mouth drops open slightly, “M-me?” He stutters out, feeling his cheeks heat up and hopes it’s not too obvious. He runs a hand over his face, “Why don’t you uh… bring him over here? If it’s a weird kind of prank I can tell him off..?” He says hesitantly and Cameron scurries off to bring him over.
Wilson takes a deep breath, ready to tell him off and hopes his face cools down by the time Cameron bring House over.
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Cameron arrives soon with House in tow and Wilson stares in surprise at House absolutely lighting up at the sight of Wilson, positively beaming at him. Wilson waves Cameron away, who leaves and shuts the door behind her, and stands up, walking over to House.
House limps towards Wilson, “Wilson! Hello!” He says, Wilson smiles warily at him, “Hey House… how are you?” He asks, leading him over to the couch in his office. House sits down and smiles widely up at him, so very unhousian which throws Wilson thoroughly off guard.
“Amazing now that I’m with you!” He says and Wilson pauses, he puts his hand to House’s forehead to feel his temperature. He frowns when it feels normal and House presses his head into his hand more, still smiling up at him. Wilson pulls his hand back and looks away, trying to stay calm and not freak out about how smiley and sweet he’s being.
Wilson moves and sits next to him, “Right… sure..” he mumbles and House frowns at him, not his typical annoyed frown but a sad and worried one that’s he’s sure he’d never seen in all the years he’s known him. House leans closer to him, “Are you alright, honey?” He asks, no indication of a joke in his eyes. Wilson chokes on air in shock and stares at him, “I-… Honey?” He says and House nods, still looking at Wilson with worry.
Wilson feels his face heat up so quickly and he stands up and stares down at him, House moves to stand up and Wilson puts a hand out to stop him. He sighs and sits down next to him again, “Sorry.. I… why’d you call me that?” He asks, trying to stay calm but fully aware his face is red. House tilts his head to the side, Wilson is surprised how.. innocent he can look, “I don’t want to hide anything from you anymore, from anyone,” he says, moving his hand beside Wilson’s on the couch, his pinky put over Wilson’s.
Wilson looks down at their hands and his mouth feels dry looking at it, he looks back up at House, “Hide… what?” He asks quietly. House moves closer, “That I love you,” he says, so unusually soft. Wilson breath hitches and gapes at him.
“…you…what?”