Scowling at the greeting, Wilson just rolled his eyes and headed straight into the kitchen to get himself a glass of apple juice. When he first moved in House had absolutely nothing decent in his fridge. Maybe some peanut butter, moldy jam, bread and crackers but outside of that the man's food sources were limited. So Wilson had taken it upon himself to go grocery shopping once a week, keeping all the foods up to date and always managing to keep a variety of food and drink for the two of them. It was a little bit of himself he had brought into an apartment that mostly screamed "House".

"I would have loved to borrow your sneakers, but you left before a clinic patient puked all over them. I had to borrow those from an intern." He called out from the kitchen before taking a sip of the juice, closing his eyes.