A/N: Set right after the Season finale. Spoils the finale if you haven't seen it.
Wilson's grieving and House decides to be a decent person and help him. No slash. (Not that I don't support House/Wilson.)
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James Wilson stood in his living room, crying over a picture frame in his hands. His face was red and puffy from crying for so long. He closed his eyes and took a shuttering breath. When he opened them, they were less moist, but still red.
The young oncologist wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, his thumb rubbing the picture of his dead girlfriend. A soft knock at the door drew his attention up. Wilson dried his eyes on his sleeve, walked around the couch and slumped to the door. He put his hand on the door knob, took a deep breath and opened the door.
Sad blue eyes met his, "I brought food," Instead of pushing his way in as he normally would, Gregory House stood where he was, waiting for his friend to invite him in. Without a word, Wilson stepped aside and let the older man in.
Neither spoke as House set out container after container of Wilson's favorite Chinese foods on the coffee table. Delicious smells wafted up to him, making his mouth water despite his aching heart. He watched his friend settle himself into the couch and pick up two pairs of chopsticks. He held up one pair to the other man.
"Are you going to eat?" James nodded slowly and took the chopsticks offered to him. House's blue eyes stayed on him as he came around to the front of the couch. He picked up a container of fried rice, but stopped, his hand hesitating.
"Why did you come here?"
"You shouldn't be alone."
"But...It's not what you do. You mock and tell people to get over it. You don't comfort."
"This is different."
Wilson looked over at House, taking in the real concern in his blue eyes.
"How is it different?"
"Amber died," James couldn't help the gasp that escaped him. It felt like the fist gripping his heart gave it a sudden, sharp twist, "That's how."
He looked down at the white take-out container in his hand, rolling the chopsticks between his fingers. His vision blurred, new tears forming in his eyes. He gulping down a sob threatening to rise and jumped when a hand squeezed his shoulder. House shook him a little, he crossed his eyes, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Wilson couldn't help, but smile back. It was stupid and weird, but it made him feel a little better.
The two doctors started eating in a comfortable silence, they didn't want to talk and they didn't need to.
End
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A/N: I'm actually glad Amber is gone because then Wilson is open for House...I know that's terrible...I actually cheered after the season finale...After I stopped crying. Amber fans please don't kill me...At least I didn't call her CB...Oops...