The times House wasn't avoiding work were the times he was doing something work-related - such as reading up on the latest drug trials or the latest medical research. He'd come across an article in the latest issue of the nephrology medical journal on kidney donation from HIV-positive donors; being the ratio of organ donors to the amount of people requiring organs was so unbalanced, the article had caught his attention
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Wilson stood, silent and, well, a little perplexed. It wasn't what he thought? A birthday present was a birthday present. You didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that out. So how could it not be what he thought?
Unless House meant his reason for keeping it a secret wasn't what Wilson thought. Except he hadn't really given much thought to why House had kept it a secret, figuring it was the result of one of House's strange personality quirks. That's the way it usually worked. So Wilson hadn't really thought anything about which House could say it wasn't what Wilson was thinking.
Damn it, he was confusing himself.
Wilson cleared his throat and tried to school his features back into a stern expression. Something was off. Something just didn't quite fit. The only thing Wilson knew for certain was that if the something off was something Wilson didn't know about, his only chance to find out what it was might be to make House think he knew more than he really did. Basically Wilson was going to have to bluff and hope House didn't
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House just kept his eyes trained on Wilson, noting the brief look of confusion Wilson had given him. Weird. If Wilson had found out about Cade, wouldn't he be angry rather than confused? If Wilson knew about Cade and had come to confront him about that, where would there be room for confusion? There was nothing to be confused about, if Wilson had jumped to any conclusions.
The next thing Wilson said didn't really help House decipher exactly why Wilson had been momentarily confused. But he was free to enlighten Wilson? House finally looked away and ran his hand over his chin as he raced through his mind for something to say. More importantly, how to say it.
Maybe he could bluff, if the perplexed look Wilson had given him was anything to go by. It was worth a shot. Dropping his hand back to his lap, he returned his gaze to Wilson
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Damn it, House had called his bluff. There was only one thing to do and that was to raise the stacks. The only problem was Wilson still had no idea what cards either of them were holding, and even less idea of what the stakes actually were. Still, you didn't get anywhere with House by playing it safe
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He warily watched Wilson sit down and ran his hands down his thighs, realising his palms were clammy from the adrenalin rush of possibly just being caught out. Except Wilson still didn't seem angry; more... annoyed. That had to be a good thing... right? Wouldn't Wilson be angry if he'd found out House had lied about going to the bar with Cade
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House swallowed and found his mouth felt dry like cotton wool, and his heart skipped a beat when Wilson clearly didn't fall for his weak attempt to stake out exactly what Wilson was so annoyed about if he wasn't here to confront him about Cade. And why would Wilson fall for it? House was becoming increasingly aware that the longer he stalled, the more suspicious it was going to look.
The thing was, he hadn't done anything wrong. Not with Cade. Just lied about where he was that day when he'd gone to the bar. And also failed to mention the previous time he'd hung around Cade, which probably would only look even more suspect if Wilson found out about both times. No, he hadn't done anything wrong with Cade, but he'd entertained the idea of it out of curiosity and that in and of itself was enough to make House feel like he'd done something wrong
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"Compared to you, I'm an open book," Wilson retorted. He flung his hands to the side as if to illustrate just how open he was. And sure, that was maybe a bit of an exaggeration. He'd had his secrets but right now none of them were significant. None of them had to do with House
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House thought Wilson was going to leave at first, and part of him wanted Wilson to leave so he could just avoid this whole... thing. But when Wilson faced back around and said House had done something wrong, House's defensive spiked a further few degrees.
"I didn't do anything!" he replied, his tone just a couple of notches below yelling level. And by 'do', he was referring to doing anything with Cade specifically. He pushed himself up from his chair, a feeling of bewilderment settling in. If Cade wasn't what Wilson had come to confront him over... then what was he here for? What secret was Wilson otherwise accusing him of
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Wilson's heart sank a bit. He'd used that "nothing happened" line with his wives, too. It's not what you think. Nothing happened. Perfectly good statements except that Wilson had unfortunately had too much experience of those words meaning just the opposite. He was starting to think he was the target of some kind of cosmic retribution. All these years he'd been the one inflicting the hurt, however unintentional, and now he was getting all kinds of lessons in how it felt from the other side
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House didn't want the rest of the hospital knowing, either, and he certainly didn't want to be having this kind of conversation in his office. Or at home. Or anywhere, ever. He couldn't meet Wilson's eyes, just remained staring across at the empty conference room. Wilson had managed to cut right to the core of it: House had thought about something happening, but not because he was looking anywhere else. Only because he was curious. Still trying to figure out his sexuality
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"Actually, I came in here to find out why you'd neglected to tell me about this birthday present 'we' gave Cuddy. But that seems rather insignificant now."
Wilson pressed his lips together in a thin line. He didn't want to talk about it here either. It was neither the time nor the place to air their personal problems...although that hadn't stopped House from ripping into Cuddy when he needed to unburden himself. Still, Wilson had never liked making a scene. He didn't like being the object of attention or idle curiosity. It was an attitude that made it difficult at times to be friends with House, given House's occasional tendency to be an instigator, not to mention drama queen.
However, Wilson didn't appreciate being summarily dismissed. He would've liked House to at least acknowledge that Wilson had a right to know what was going on. Maybe he didn't have a right to know everything House thought or did, but he did have a right to know about the things that affected their relationship. And there was no way House's thoughts about
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House darted his eyes up to Wilson when Cuddy's birthday present was mentioned. Oh, crap. That was what Wilson had come up here to talk about? That was it? God, why didn't he even think about that? He'd been meaning to tell Wilson... at some point about the present. Maybe. Or maybe not. He dropped his face into his hands for a moment, wanting so badly to kick himself
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Wilson turned back when House spoke. He leaned back against the door as House explained, and tried to pretend there wasn't more than a room's length of space between them. A few feet in actual distance, much more than that in psychological terms
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Well, it was good to know Cuddy enjoyed the weekend, except House was too distracted to really pay much attention to that little detail right now. He shifted on his seat uncomfortably when Wilson said he failed to see the 'thing' in Cuddy's present. It was a 'thing' to House, a big thing, to try and make amends and wish her a happy birthday, let alone giving her the damn present. Telling Wilson would've just made it an even bigger thing to House, but in hindsight he should've told Wilson about it instead of leaving him in the dark. Because, yes, not telling him certainly did create a much bigger thing
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Wilson bit back an immediate retort. House seemed to think as long as everything sort of worked out in the end, it didn't matter how they got there. But it did matter. It mattered that Wilson had felt like an idiot. It mattered that he'd looked foolish in front of Cuddy who was, among other things, his boss. And it had been totally unnecessary except for the fact that House couldn't or wouldn't act like a normal human being
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Unless House meant his reason for keeping it a secret wasn't what Wilson thought. Except he hadn't really given much thought to why House had kept it a secret, figuring it was the result of one of House's strange personality quirks. That's the way it usually worked. So Wilson hadn't really thought anything about which House could say it wasn't what Wilson was thinking.
Damn it, he was confusing himself.
Wilson cleared his throat and tried to school his features back into a stern expression. Something was off. Something just didn't quite fit. The only thing Wilson knew for certain was that if the something off was something Wilson didn't know about, his only chance to find out what it was might be to make House think he knew more than he really did. Basically Wilson was going to have to bluff and hope House didn't ( ... )
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The next thing Wilson said didn't really help House decipher exactly why Wilson had been momentarily confused. But he was free to enlighten Wilson? House finally looked away and ran his hand over his chin as he raced through his mind for something to say. More importantly, how to say it.
Maybe he could bluff, if the perplexed look Wilson had given him was anything to go by. It was worth a shot. Dropping his hand back to his lap, he returned his gaze to Wilson ( ... )
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The thing was, he hadn't done anything wrong. Not with Cade. Just lied about where he was that day when he'd gone to the bar. And also failed to mention the previous time he'd hung around Cade, which probably would only look even more suspect if Wilson found out about both times. No, he hadn't done anything wrong with Cade, but he'd entertained the idea of it out of curiosity and that in and of itself was enough to make House feel like he'd done something wrong ( ... )
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"I didn't do anything!" he replied, his tone just a couple of notches below yelling level. And by 'do', he was referring to doing anything with Cade specifically. He pushed himself up from his chair, a feeling of bewilderment settling in. If Cade wasn't what Wilson had come to confront him over... then what was he here for? What secret was Wilson otherwise accusing him of ( ... )
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Wilson pressed his lips together in a thin line. He didn't want to talk about it here either. It was neither the time nor the place to air their personal problems...although that hadn't stopped House from ripping into Cuddy when he needed to unburden himself. Still, Wilson had never liked making a scene. He didn't like being the object of attention or idle curiosity. It was an attitude that made it difficult at times to be friends with House, given House's occasional tendency to be an instigator, not to mention drama queen.
However, Wilson didn't appreciate being summarily dismissed. He would've liked House to at least acknowledge that Wilson had a right to know what was going on. Maybe he didn't have a right to know everything House thought or did, but he did have a right to know about the things that affected their relationship. And there was no way House's thoughts about ( ... )
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