Fandom: House MD
Notes/Warning: Bunny that bit me while I was running this morning.
Post-ep for Adverse Events. Spoileriffic for the 5th Season to date.
It wasn’t like he’d changed his mind or anything.
The “friendship” that had hurt both of them so much was over, but after years of worrying about House, it was impossible to just stop. He might as well drive by House’s apartment on his way home from Princeton General, just to see the bike on the street and know he was okay.
There was an unfamiliar car in the spot where Wilson had parked so often, and the sight piqued his curiosity. Probably one of House’s hookers, he thought, finding a space farther down the block.
Wilson still had his keys, and giving them back would give him a reason to look around. If he interrupted something sexual, well it wouldn’t be the first time for either of them.
He could hear House playing piano, and the memory of sitting on the couch, beer in hand listening as House communed with his truest love, nearly eclipsed the pain of the last few months and make him want to turn back the clock. He could walk in, and toss off his jacket like there’d never been a Tritter or an Amber, or maybe even a Julie.
Then he heard the guitar. House couldn’t play two instruments at one time. Maybe House was playing along with a record, he told himself, but even Wilson’s untrained ear knew the difference and couldn’t help be taken by the playful exchange of riffs. He walked away, leaving the two musicians their privacy.
As long as Wilson had known House, he had played alone, creating beauty out of misery. Apparently he’d actually found a partner, musically anyway.
This was exactly what Wilson had wanted. Now they could both move on with their lives.
Why was it so hard to be happy for him?