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[house_onthehill]

Who: House and open
What: Finding his way to his new home
When: After being brought back from the cornfield
Where: The park.

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[manipulatvebtch]

Wilson had been looking everywhere for House. He didn't really have a clear memory of much after finding the DVD and seeing House disappear at the Christmas party, but somehow he just knew that House was back. It really wasn't a new sensation to him, he'd always just figured he had a sort of House homing beacon. The thing he really didn't know was exactly where in Peaksville House might be

[house_onthehill]

If the diluted shine in his blue eyes weren't proof enough, House tried to locate the origin of Wilson's voice. "Wilson?" Inside, he was thankful his best friend had survived the encounter with West. He tried REALLY hard to keep the smile from his face; at least he got to see him naked. "I'm right here, mother hen."

[manipulatvebtch]

It wasn't hard to tell that there was something wrong with House, though it wasn't immediately apparent exactly what it was. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that had Wilson sporting his infamous concerned look.

"I can see that," he replied, a bit breathless from his short jog to House's side, and of course, with no idea yet that it would sound a little harsh if he'd known House was blind. He moved to stand in front of House, hands poised on his hips, and frowned as House's eyes moved strangely, as if they couldn't focus on anything.

A chill went through Wilson's body as he eyebrows furrowed. "House?" he said, voice low and questioning and full of worry. "House, what happened?"

[house_onthehill]

"Dying sucks. Coming back? Even worse. Yes, I'm blind," House answered as honestly as possible; in their relationship, he grew to be more honest than before. He tries to reach out and caress him, without him knowing he wasn't the only one who'd changed.