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Who: Wilson and House
Where: Mostly in one of their rooms.
When: Late day 52, early day 53. Starts immediately following this.
What: Trying to jog a memory.
As they stepped out into the night, Wilson couldn't quite figure out what they were doing. Well, he knew, on some level, he just couldn't quite believe it. He couldn't understand how this felt so familiar and yet so strange. It had all happened so smoothly in the bar. It was like the moment he saw House sitting at the bar, there was no turning back, not with how good and confident the mask made him feel.
He took a deep breath and looked over at his friend. His smile widened; there was no need to worry about any of this. Really, what was the big deal? He was happy and he felt good, and if things were going the way he thought they were, he was fixing to feel much better pretty soon. So it was House that he'd be feeling good with, didn't that make sense anyway? Not like they hadn't danced around this for years anyway.
Wilson moved to take House's arm in his own, as a means to guide him home and a way to press closer to him. "I feel like I should feel weird about this, but I don't," he said, seemingly out of nowhere as he guided House home.
Where: Mostly in one of their rooms.
When: Late day 52, early day 53. Starts immediately following this.
What: Trying to jog a memory.
As they stepped out into the night, Wilson couldn't quite figure out what they were doing. Well, he knew, on some level, he just couldn't quite believe it. He couldn't understand how this felt so familiar and yet so strange. It had all happened so smoothly in the bar. It was like the moment he saw House sitting at the bar, there was no turning back, not with how good and confident the mask made him feel.
He took a deep breath and looked over at his friend. His smile widened; there was no need to worry about any of this. Really, what was the big deal? He was happy and he felt good, and if things were going the way he thought they were, he was fixing to feel much better pretty soon. So it was House that he'd be feeling good with, didn't that make sense anyway? Not like they hadn't danced around this for years anyway.
Wilson moved to take House's arm in his own, as a means to guide him home and a way to press closer to him. "I feel like I should feel weird about this, but I don't," he said, seemingly out of nowhere as he guided House home.