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dr_gregoryhouse in p_p_t_h

Rain on my parade

Jun 28, 2007 20:40

Who: House, Wilson
Where: Wilson's car > House's apartment
What: Driving home from Atlantic City
When: End of the weekend vacation

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dr_j_wilson June 28 2007, 11:31:55 UTC

"Slipped my mind," Wilson replied. He didn't catch House's scowl, being much more focused on the road. The break lights of the car in front of them flickered on and off with the stop-and-go of traffic and Wilson took the opportunity to be absorbed by the traffic ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 29 2007, 09:38:21 UTC

House threw Wilson an incredulous look. "You're interested in my driving music?" He narrowed his eyes. "No, you're not ( ... )

dr_j_wilson June 29 2007, 09:41:58 UTC

"Bay City Rollers?" Wilson scoffed and eyed the CD out of the corner of his eye. "I'll just pretend you didn't say that. Air Supply, on the other hand ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 29 2007, 09:43:20 UTC

"Gorilla-gram," House replied, still staring absently out the window. "One that wears a tutu and dances to bad rap music ( ... )

dr_j_wilson June 29 2007, 15:42:56 UTC

"As opposed to one that dances to good rap music," Wilson said, smirking slightly. "I'd fear for the monkey, personally. Heaven forbid it stand on her desk or something of the sort."

The smirk he wore turned into something of a smile and he looked to his right to see House glancing at him. Wilson raised an eyebrow curiously and then looked foward again. As entertaining as the image was, he could sense the weight that hung from the subject. It was almost as if the air inside the car momentarily shifted. Wilson saw no reason why their returning home should automatically mean fearing the worst. Well, actually he did see the reasons - he just preferred to think that the situation with Cuddy was at least partially behind them. The issues surrounding it weren't, he knew ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 29 2007, 17:01:51 UTC

"Hey, I'm not complaining," House replied. He looked across to Wilson, lolling his head against the headrest. "It's a consequence I'm willing to continue to suffer ( ... )

dr_j_wilson June 29 2007, 17:56:18 UTC

"Oh, good," Wilson returned in mock-relief. Though he then smiled momentarily, too, before shifting his hold on the wheel and facing foward again ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 29 2007, 18:27:29 UTC

House scowled as he flicked rain off his jacket and then rubbed it out of his hair when he got inside his apartment. It was bucketing outside, and standing on the front stoop while he wrestled with keys to open the door in as much a hurry as he caused him to get near soaked ( ... )

dr_j_wilson June 29 2007, 18:55:51 UTC

Wilson slipped out of his own jacket as House wandered into the kitchen, brushing his damp hair back as he hung it on the coat stand next to the door. His shirt clung to his shoulders uncomfortably, but Wilson didn't pay it much attention. Instead he walked further into the living room, pressing one hand into his lower back and stretching a bit. Wilson had expected the gruffness in House's voice. He understood it, just preferred to try and ignore it. Or at least what it represented. It would be easy to let all the things they'd yet to deal with seep in and weigh him down, and he was adamant about attempting to keep the wary feelings of apprehension at bay. It had been a vacation. Returning was part of it, he told himself ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 30 2007, 01:07:15 UTC

House watched Wilson move across to the couch. He took another swig of his beer and then started to look around his living room. The awkwardness was making it almost impossible to look at Wilson because every time their eyes met it was like recognition of this tension that had fallen between them ( ... )

dr_j_wilson June 30 2007, 02:02:15 UTC

Wilson raised his eyebrows at House's hesitation. Okay, so the air was thick enough to be cut with a blade. Apparently, House was just as caught up in the fog of it as Wilson was. Perhaps moreso. When House sighed and approached, Wilson faced foward again. He eyed the remote sitting on the table but decided against the television. House was doing well enough to avoid the wall that had somehow bricked up between them without distraction and watching the soaps wouldn't do either of them any good ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 30 2007, 06:29:24 UTC

House threw Wilson a look equal parts questioning and incredulous. How was his leg? He looked away again, frowning at how stupidly awkward this was. "Oh," he replied, his tone sharp with sarcasm, "peachy keen. The leg says hi to you, too ( ... )

dr_j_wilson June 30 2007, 09:13:30 UTC

Wilson's lips formed a thin line and he looked foward again, sitting rigidly and staring at the black screen of the TV. House's reply was discouraging and Wilson considered the thought that perhaps sitting here in House's living room wasn't going to make things better so much as worse. Leaving was out of the question, he gave no thought to standing and bidding House farewell. It was just so damn frustrating. He wanted so badly for things to be alright for once. It wasn't going to be easy, it never was, he'd more than learned that by now. But after the time they'd shared, it was almost painful to be suffocated like this. Certainly disheartening ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 30 2007, 09:33:16 UTC

House lowered his eyes to watch Wilson's fingers clasping his hand. He idly ran his thumb up and down the back of Wilson's hand, feeling a sense of glumness settling in. After how good things were in Atlantic City, House felt almost cheated to be back home and thrown back into a stymie. He wasn't ready to deal with this, god damn it. He'd wanted to just come home, enjoy what was left of the weekend and... have all their issues dealt with and over. Except they hadn't actually dealt with much, just slapped a bandaid over everything, and coming home from Atlantic City was the equivalent of peeling that bandaid away ( ... )

dr_j_wilson June 30 2007, 09:51:51 UTC

A part of Wilson was very clearly aware that they'd come to no conclusions, and also knew that this wouldn't bring them any. He was also aware of the fact that attempting to work the problems right now wasn't necessarily the best course of action. What he needed, and what he hoped he could give House, was confirmation. Assurance that nothing had been lost; remind each other, perhaps, that nothing had been left behind in that hotel room.

There was also the fact that House had never actually asked before. Not outright. The shiver it sent through Wilson, starting at the back of his neck and flooding through his body like welcome warmth, was undeniable. He kept his eyes on House for another moment, taking in his face and the frustration and stress that lined it, before nodding. "Alright," he replied just as quietly. Wilson stayed sitting for another moment, his eyes settling on their knees. The way they weren't more than an inch apart, spots of rain not yet dried and darkened the material of their jeans. Still close enough to touch ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse June 30 2007, 10:21:52 UTC

House watched Wilson rise from the seat and as Wilson moved past him, House watched him with his eyes until Wilson was out of his line of vision. Sex was a bit sudden, he thought to himself, considering they'd only just walked through the door. His eyes fell on the discarded bottle of beer left standing on the coffee table, the green glass gathering thick drops of condensation. But House decided he'd rather sex than to have this weekend finish on a dismal, tense note ( ... )

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