Dining In
Who: Wilson, House (closed)
Where: Wilson's apartment
What: Wilson cooks dinner and House comes over.
When: Monday 22nd May, 7pm
It had been a long day, but Wilson didn't mind cooking dinner. He didn't usually see it as a chore. Even when he was exhausted, Wilson found a way to use the stove and only resorted to a giant bowl of cereal on the rarest of occasions. So, after he'd hung up with House, he'd stacked the files and pulled a few spare labels off the sleeve of his coat, calling it a night.
After arriving at his apartment, Wilson hung his jacket up and took off his tie, then went about trying to find something in his freezer that he could fix in less than an hour's time. Wilson was rather hungry after having an early lunch and decided on steaks. Couldn't go wrong there, after all. He wanted to let the meat sit in red wine out of habit, but didn't have that kind of time. He poured himself a glass of wine instead, to settle the nerves he pretended he didn't have, and peaked at his watch as he seared both cuts in the pan. Still thirty minutes to spare, give or take.
By the time he'd added the onions and spread the Lea & Perrins over the meat, Wilson's mind was wandering again. He leaned against the counter and sipped his wine, his eyes wandering aimlessly. Something about House sitting alone in a bar after having a talk with Cuddy made Wilson's stomach knot up. He rubbed his eye with the back of his hand and scolded himself for being anxious about it. House had said everything was fine.
Wilson took another swallow from his glass and refused to look at his watch, turning the meat over and trying to push the weird anxiousness from his mind.
Where: Wilson's apartment
What: Wilson cooks dinner and House comes over.
When: Monday 22nd May, 7pm
It had been a long day, but Wilson didn't mind cooking dinner. He didn't usually see it as a chore. Even when he was exhausted, Wilson found a way to use the stove and only resorted to a giant bowl of cereal on the rarest of occasions. So, after he'd hung up with House, he'd stacked the files and pulled a few spare labels off the sleeve of his coat, calling it a night.
After arriving at his apartment, Wilson hung his jacket up and took off his tie, then went about trying to find something in his freezer that he could fix in less than an hour's time. Wilson was rather hungry after having an early lunch and decided on steaks. Couldn't go wrong there, after all. He wanted to let the meat sit in red wine out of habit, but didn't have that kind of time. He poured himself a glass of wine instead, to settle the nerves he pretended he didn't have, and peaked at his watch as he seared both cuts in the pan. Still thirty minutes to spare, give or take.
By the time he'd added the onions and spread the Lea & Perrins over the meat, Wilson's mind was wandering again. He leaned against the counter and sipped his wine, his eyes wandering aimlessly. Something about House sitting alone in a bar after having a talk with Cuddy made Wilson's stomach knot up. He rubbed his eye with the back of his hand and scolded himself for being anxious about it. House had said everything was fine.
Wilson took another swallow from his glass and refused to look at his watch, turning the meat over and trying to push the weird anxiousness from his mind.