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After tossing his satchel to the floor (instead of its normal spot next to the desk), Wilson didn't bother to take his shoes off. He went straight into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Letting the water pool in his cupped hands for a few moments before he scrubbed his face, he couldn't help but think about the look on House's face when his friend actually believed he was going to go through with kissing Cuddy.
"Really?"
"No."
His eyes were squeezed shut and he could feel the water trickling down his face and dripping off the tip of his nose. Wilson blindly reached for the stiff white towel hanging over the toilet and dried his face. When he opened his eyes and saw his reflection he was slightly surprised by the smile reflecting back at him.
House had gone through a fair amount of trouble. Spent a decent amount of thought on it. The motivations didn't matter - for some reason the time his best friend had spent going through this charade made him smile. In fact, he didn't take his shoes off until after turning on the TV.
Distracted was a place Wilson enjoyed being in.
"Really?"
"No."
His eyes were squeezed shut and he could feel the water trickling down his face and dripping off the tip of his nose. Wilson blindly reached for the stiff white towel hanging over the toilet and dried his face. When he opened his eyes and saw his reflection he was slightly surprised by the smile reflecting back at him.
House had gone through a fair amount of trouble. Spent a decent amount of thought on it. The motivations didn't matter - for some reason the time his best friend had spent going through this charade made him smile. In fact, he didn't take his shoes off until after turning on the TV.
Distracted was a place Wilson enjoyed being in.