Happy Birthday! Hope you have a fantastic day! Wilson asked me to give you this triple-drabble and a half.
House hesitated in front of the door, wondering if he'd come to the right place. Nolan hadn't wanted him to be on his own, surrounded by Vicodin caches and other temptations, but sleeping in the apartment of the dead woman he'd hallucinated hardly seemed healthier. Amber was gone, though, for better and for worse. He knocked before he could change his mind.
The door opened almost immediately and House wondered if Wilson had been standing there, waiting for him to make a decision.
"Hey," Wilson said. "You made it."
Wilson had always had a gift for stating the obvious, but this time House knew his words had a deeper meaning. "Thanks for letting me stay here," he said.
Wilson just shrugged, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a tentative smile. "I could have picked you up."
"I needed to make it back on my own," House replied. He stared at Wilson, willing him to understand. Nolan had told him to open up, but he'd never needed words to do that with Wilson.
The little smile didn't get any stronger, but Wilson nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for House to come in. He'd always been a quick study. "I've got some chili on the stove if you're hungry," Wilson offered, as if he hadn't spent the morning searching for the perfect degree of heat.
"I'm starving," House said, his mouth watering in anticipation. He'd missed Wilson's healthier way of coping with stress. "Asylym food sucks."
This time, the smile spread and illuminated Wilson's entire face. "Welcome home, House," he said, stepping forward and pulling House into an awkward embrace. "I missed you."
It was a blatant violation of every boundary they'd established over years of friendship, but House had learned that when you reached out, sometimes you had to touch. House dropped his bag and pulled Wilson closer until they fit together like the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He closed his eyes and breathed the spice-scented air. It had been a long time, but he remembered now what home smelled like. He'd come to the right place.
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House hesitated in front of the door, wondering if he'd come to the right place. Nolan hadn't wanted him to be on his own, surrounded by Vicodin caches and other temptations, but sleeping in the apartment of the dead woman he'd hallucinated hardly seemed healthier. Amber was gone, though, for better and for worse. He knocked before he could change his mind.
The door opened almost immediately and House wondered if Wilson had been standing there, waiting for him to make a decision.
"Hey," Wilson said. "You made it."
Wilson had always had a gift for stating the obvious, but this time House knew his words had a deeper meaning. "Thanks for letting me stay here," he said.
Wilson just shrugged, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a tentative smile. "I could have picked you up."
"I needed to make it back on my own," House replied. He stared at Wilson, willing him to understand. Nolan had told him to open up, but he'd never needed words to do that with Wilson.
The little smile didn't get any stronger, but Wilson nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for House to come in. He'd always been a quick study. "I've got some chili on the stove if you're hungry," Wilson offered, as if he hadn't spent the morning searching for the perfect degree of heat.
"I'm starving," House said, his mouth watering in anticipation. He'd missed Wilson's healthier way of coping with stress. "Asylym food sucks."
This time, the smile spread and illuminated Wilson's entire face. "Welcome home, House," he said, stepping forward and pulling House into an awkward embrace. "I missed you."
It was a blatant violation of every boundary they'd established over years of friendship, but House had learned that when you reached out, sometimes you had to touch. House dropped his bag and pulled Wilson closer until they fit together like the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He closed his eyes and breathed the spice-scented air. It had been a long time, but he remembered now what home smelled like. He'd come to the right place.