whats wrong with house? [argh!!!!]
“What are we doing in this store cupboard?” Wilson spoke disparagingly.
“Why? Too small for your liking, I bet the ones in your hotel room aren’t any larger,” House retorted.
“What would you know? You live with on your own......in a refuse pit,” Wilson replied, saying the word refuse like it caused him actual harm to do so.
“Oh yeah! But all your wifes have left you.......your soooo much more well off than me" he added sarcasticly. "Anyway, I brought you here because-” House started to say.
“At least I had a wife, Greg,” sneered Wilson, using House's first name to show he had crossed that imaginery line.
“Look, Wilson-” House rolled his eyes exasperatedly.
“People only tolerate you because you save people, House. You’re so-called admirers can't even stand to be in the same room as you,” Wilson accused.
“Stop interrupting me!” House was starting to get impatient.
“Well, you weren’t saying anything of importance,” Wilson replied, seemingly eager to get out of the store cupboard House had dragged him into
“Yes, I was. I was saying-” House began once more.
“If you’re not going to say anything, I’ll be off then,” Wilson replied flippantly.
“Damn it, Wison! You’re not making this any easier!” House yelled making it official, Gregory House was now substantially and justifiably annoyed
“What?” Wilson asked losing patdience.
“I love you…” House announced awkwardly.
“What?!” Wilson screamed.
“…” No reply came from House.
“Really?” Wilsom asked hopefully.
“Yes alright, I fucking love you!".
“I love you too.” Wilson smiled.
And sounds of passionate lustful snogging filled the store cupboard.