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RD Lenix (rdlenix) wrote,
@ 2008-08-03 00:13:00

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.

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life_is_a_song
2008-08-03 11:44 pm UTC (link)

In House's screwed-up worldview, there wasn't much room for emotion. He could admit, of course, that having sex with Wilson was an enjoyable part of his routine, and that he preferred having sex with him to not having sex with him. He could also, after a couple of drinks and a Vicodin, admit to himself that he didn't mind having Wilson in his apartment - and not just because he could cook and clean, but also because he was pretty to look at, like designer furniture or an expensive painting. But to admit anything else would be to break through the bubble that was Greg House's belief system, a framework so carefully constructed that House didn't know if he could function without it. He certainly wasn't willing to find out.

On this particular evening, House was home early because he had solved his case just after lunch and had then made an elaborately constructed trade with Cuddy to get himself out of clinic duty. He was pretty bored, though - there were only so many episodes of Judge Judy and various soap operas he could watch before his highly developed brain shut itself down due to lack of stimulation. When he heard Wilson come in, therefore, he looked up expectantly at him, trying not to smile, but still managing a smirk in spite of himself. His entertainment for the evening had arrived.

"Nice shoes, Grandma," he said by way of a greeting, picking up on the odd footwear immediately. "Don't tell me," he said holding up a hand as though Wilson was on the verge of responding right then and there. "One of your little bald kids wanted your shoes, so you handed them over and then borrowed some from that fugly nurse with the boils on her face." He shook his head, reaching for his cane in case Wilson tried to wander away and he needed to follow quickly. "I would have let you borrow sneakers, Jimmy, Jesus. All you had to do was ask."

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rdlenix
2008-08-03 11:50 pm UTC (link)

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.

	rdlenix 2008-08-05 01:16 am UTC (link)
	"I don't care what you do after the back rub." Wilson answered as he finally dished the food into two bowls, bringing them and forks over to the table. Setting one in front of House he moved to sit beside his friend, eagerly digging in. "I'm just getting it out there," he said after chewing and swallowing, "that I want a back rub sometime tonight." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)