rp for mcgill_pride
House stalked out of the bar and started making a beeline for the elevator.
He could make neither heads nor tails of his conversation - or, more accurately, confrontation - with Alice. It was all too fresh, still rattling around in his mind like shrapnel; words like, “you know he’s in love with you, right?” swirling in amongst the bewilderment.
He tried to ignore it all as he reached the elevator and punched the button; as he stepped into the elevator when it arrived; as he watched the doors close and felt the elevator shifting upwards. Tried, but failed. All the things Alice said kept reeling around and around and House couldn’t work out if he was angry at Alice for interfering, angry at Wilson, or angry at himself. Maybe it was all three. Maybe it was… maybe…
You know he’s in love with you, right?
House burst out of the elevator when the doors opened on his floor and started down the corridor towards Wilson’s room, a determined look on his face. He wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to know from Wilson, but he did know that he wanted to see him. For some reason. To yell at him, or to take his confusion out on him, or to flat out demand to know what the hell Alice was on about. Not only that, but what Alice had told Wilson.
Just as he was nearing Wilson’s door, he saw the door open and halted in his tracks when Wilson emerged from the room.
House glared at him furiously.
He could make neither heads nor tails of his conversation - or, more accurately, confrontation - with Alice. It was all too fresh, still rattling around in his mind like shrapnel; words like, “you know he’s in love with you, right?” swirling in amongst the bewilderment.
He tried to ignore it all as he reached the elevator and punched the button; as he stepped into the elevator when it arrived; as he watched the doors close and felt the elevator shifting upwards. Tried, but failed. All the things Alice said kept reeling around and around and House couldn’t work out if he was angry at Alice for interfering, angry at Wilson, or angry at himself. Maybe it was all three. Maybe it was… maybe…
You know he’s in love with you, right?
House burst out of the elevator when the doors opened on his floor and started down the corridor towards Wilson’s room, a determined look on his face. He wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to know from Wilson, but he did know that he wanted to see him. For some reason. To yell at him, or to take his confusion out on him, or to flat out demand to know what the hell Alice was on about. Not only that, but what Alice had told Wilson.
Just as he was nearing Wilson’s door, he saw the door open and halted in his tracks when Wilson emerged from the room.
House glared at him furiously.