Ack, I didn't comment on this when you posted it and it was so enjoyable. The image of Wilson draped over/latched onto House on the cot when Cuddy finds them has been with me ever since I read it. I also love Cuddy offering House's physical description to the officer for "Dr. Wilson," and noticing the edge to House's voice that belies his sobriety and concern, and how Wilson even when drunk is aware of his friend's needs (telling Cuddy he hasn't had his Vicodin). And House's gleeful cry of "Threesome!" And the weeble reference. I missed that the first time somehow. Hilarious, but with undercurrents of poignancy and deep, deep affection.
Knowing that there will be 80-something more of these from you is, perhaps pathetically, one of the greater sources of joy in my life at the moment. :)
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He's not an asshole, he's just misunderstood.
Knowing that there will be 80-something more of these from you is, perhaps pathetically, one of the greater sources of joy in my life at the moment. :)