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As Wilson slid the old key into the lock and turned it he was overcome with a distinct feeling of déjà vu. The last time he'd used his key to get into House's apartment was when he'd gone to fetch clothes and necessities for his friend's stay in rehab. Before that--
Wilson didn't want to think about before that. He paused for a moment and let his eyes linger on the cold Reuben he was holding; it was very possible that House wanted his key returned to him. For some reason he couldn't place this bothered him, so Wilson disregarded the thought with a shake of his head and turned the door handle.
If he knocked, House would have to get up. Wilson didn't want House to have to get up.
Wilson didn't want to think about before that. He paused for a moment and let his eyes linger on the cold Reuben he was holding; it was very possible that House wanted his key returned to him. For some reason he couldn't place this bothered him, so Wilson disregarded the thought with a shake of his head and turned the door handle.
If he knocked, House would have to get up. Wilson didn't want House to have to get up.