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Private Log: House/Wilson
FOR KATIE
It had been a shit day at work - and that's not something Wilson was often willing to admit. Usually he managed to find something good from the day to dwell on instead of all the bad things but today? No. There was nothing. His new shoes had been puked and bled on, a patient on steroids got violent and punched him in the face and that was only scratching the surface. With bleary eyes he drove home, navigating through the rush hour New Jersey traffic toward House's apartment.
Since their...'relationship', aka the sex, started he'd moved out of his hotel and in with House. Of course he usually slept in a different room on nights neither of them were in the mood but he didn't mind. Too much, anyway. Sure, he was emotionally evolved in the relationship while House didn't seem to be as much but as per usual he tried to ignore his own feelings. This was House after all. The man would perhaps come around someday but for the mean time at least he was allowed to curl against the older man after they'd had sex.
Parking in the spot right beside House's bike, Wilson got out and unlocked the door to their building, stepping inside - glad for the air conditioning he was greeted by. Yawning and scrubbing a hand over his face he made his way up to their apartment, opening the door and stepping inside. He'd make a bit of dinner maybe and then head to bed. Though really the man knew better than to try and make any solid plans since House liked to throw curve balls at him some nights. Setting his brief case down by the closet he slipped out of the ratty shoes he'd borrowed from an intern, making a face.
FOR KATIE
It had been a shit day at work - and that's not something Wilson was often willing to admit. Usually he managed to find something good from the day to dwell on instead of all the bad things but today? No. There was nothing. His new shoes had been puked and bled on, a patient on steroids got violent and punched him in the face and that was only scratching the surface. With bleary eyes he drove home, navigating through the rush hour New Jersey traffic toward House's apartment.
Since their...'relationship', aka the sex, started he'd moved out of his hotel and in with House. Of course he usually slept in a different room on nights neither of them were in the mood but he didn't mind. Too much, anyway. Sure, he was emotionally evolved in the relationship while House didn't seem to be as much but as per usual he tried to ignore his own feelings. This was House after all. The man would perhaps come around someday but for the mean time at least he was allowed to curl against the older man after they'd had sex.
Parking in the spot right beside House's bike, Wilson got out and unlocked the door to their building, stepping inside - glad for the air conditioning he was greeted by. Yawning and scrubbing a hand over his face he made his way up to their apartment, opening the door and stepping inside. He'd make a bit of dinner maybe and then head to bed. Though really the man knew better than to try and make any solid plans since House liked to throw curve balls at him some nights. Setting his brief case down by the closet he slipped out of the ratty shoes he'd borrowed from an intern, making a face.