James Wilson, at the clinic

[dontkeepkosher]

James arrived at the clinic a little after 10AM after his night with Sophie, finding it locked and dark. He let himself in, turned on the lights and went straight through to the kitchenette to warm up a fresh pot of coffee

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[gotcanewillpoke]

So. James didn't come home. Didn't call. Nothing. Not a word. So he'd spent another restless night on the couch, unable to face climbing into the bed alone, knoqwing he'd pushed James out. Just like he pushed everyone away, eventually. he'd never thought James would walk away, but he supposed everyone had their limits, and House had...pushed too far, and too hard

[dontkeepkosher]

James took a sip of his coffee just as he heard the door of the clinic open, along with the buzz of traffic outside filtering into the waiting area. That was either a patient, Rayanne, or Greg. Merely because it might've been a patient, he reluctantly set his mug down and pushed himself up from his chair, running a hand through his hair as he headed for the door.

Pulling it open, he peered out and saw Greg standing there. His stomach clenched and tightened, with anger, guilt, nervousness, though he remained expressionless. He only had to take one look at Greg and he knew Greg was in pain. Suffering. He could tell by the tight, tired look on his face. He looked like a mess.

James looked away from him and turned around with the intention of heading back into his office. He could work in his own office, and Greg could work in his. They didn't need to talk. Even though they really did need to.

[gotcanewillpoke]

His steps were uneven, and heavily dependant on the cane. The shape he was in, he had no biusiness working the clinic. He knew it. But he was stubborn. And, there were plenty of drugs at hisdispoosal, if he decided he needed to partake.

It was kid of a test, for himself. He wanted to see how long he could resist. How long he could force himself to go without medication. How long he could endure the pain.

His clouded gaze driftewd wordlessly over James. He grunted, a soft, non commital grunt. James didn't look any better than he felt, really, considering the fact he didn't have the physical pain Greg had.

"Thought I was going to have to replace you."

[dontkeepkosher]

James briefly faltered in his step as Greg spoke, those words like a twist of a knife in his gut. He was perhaps reading into what Greg said more than he should have.

He quickly composed himself, tonelessly replying over his shoulder as he headed back to his desk, "Good morning to you, too."