At the cafe, open
He's not in a good mood. (He never is.) His leg hurts and he's not sure where Wilson is. He doesn't care where Wilson is, except that Wilson isn't in the room, and therefore can't be sent to fetch him a pill. He's only got three left in the bottle, and once he takes his usual two, he doesn't even have a full dose left.
He's not thrilled about walking down to the clinic. Maybe if that's where Wilson is, he can talk him in o an empty room and relieve his boredom for a couple of minutes. He almost laughed to himself at the thought. Like he could pull Wilson away from his precious paperwork that long. honestly, he wasn't sure what Wilson did that took so long. It wasn't like there were any in depth cases to document.
House sighs. He steers off toward the cafe. The aroma of coffee is in the air and smells too good to pass up.
He's not thrilled about walking down to the clinic. Maybe if that's where Wilson is, he can talk him in o an empty room and relieve his boredom for a couple of minutes. He almost laughed to himself at the thought. Like he could pull Wilson away from his precious paperwork that long. honestly, he wasn't sure what Wilson did that took so long. It wasn't like there were any in depth cases to document.
House sighs. He steers off toward the cafe. The aroma of coffee is in the air and smells too good to pass up.