Wilson was out of the apartment before House woke up. Either House actually was asleep, or he was pretending to be asleep.
Balling his hands deeply into his jacket pocket as he walked down the street, he tried hard to shake off what happened the night before, the visuals flashing through his mind in stomach-twisting images. His face pressed against the table, the table's edge jabbing hard into his stomach, House forcefully fucking him from behind... the word rape floating through his mind, and Wilson quickly tried to push it away
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Neil heard him, befor ehe saw him. He felt a little bit violated, having his space invaded like that. He reminded himself he was in a church, and people had a right to wander in off the street just like he did.
He ignored the guy, until he sat down. Not far from him. Close enough they could have whispered a conversation in hushed voices.
Neil's gaze shfted, involuntarily, and his eyes went wide seeing the guy. He was older, Neil guessed he was in his mid thirties. He touched his own face, his chest, hand to hand, as if checking to make sure he was still there, still in once piece.
"Who...are you?" He murmured at the other man. A man who looked like his twin, only older.
The murmur snapped Wilson out of his pointless train of thought about Jewish religion and Christianity, and his first response was to snipe that that was none of the person's business.
However. Wilson happened to look at him. And... whoa.
He stared at the young man. A mirror image of himself, like he was looking down a tunnel of time at himself, when he was no more than 18.
Was he going insane?
"Who are you?" he answered, eyes wide, his face a look of sheer bewilderment.
Neil blinked. Looking at him face on, was eerily like looking in a mirror. There were more lines around his eyes, but everything about his features...Everything about him was like looking at himself.
Neil raised a hand up to pull at the tendons in the back of his neck. "I...My name is Neil Perry." Neil swallowed, and hasitlly added, "Sir."
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Balling his hands deeply into his jacket pocket as he walked down the street, he tried hard to shake off what happened the night before, the visuals flashing through his mind in stomach-twisting images. His face pressed against the table, the table's edge jabbing hard into his stomach, House forcefully fucking him from behind... the word rape floating through his mind, and Wilson quickly tried to push it away ( ... )
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He ignored the guy, until he sat down. Not far from him. Close enough they could have whispered a conversation in hushed voices.
Neil's gaze shfted, involuntarily, and his eyes went wide seeing the guy. He was older, Neil guessed he was in his mid thirties. He touched his own face, his chest, hand to hand, as if checking to make sure he was still there, still in once piece.
"Who...are you?" He murmured at the other man. A man who looked like his twin, only older.
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However. Wilson happened to look at him. And... whoa.
He stared at the young man. A mirror image of himself, like he was looking down a tunnel of time at himself, when he was no more than 18.
Was he going insane?
"Who are you?" he answered, eyes wide, his face a look of sheer bewilderment.
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Neil raised a hand up to pull at the tendons in the back of his neck. "I...My name is Neil Perry." Neil swallowed, and hasitlly added, "Sir."
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