The Reason
"Wilson?"
"Yeah?"
"Why the hell do you hang out with House?"
"He's my friend."
"You're his friend."
"Yeah… we're friends."
"He's not your friend. You're his friend."
"That makes tons of sense."
"He's not nice to you. Ever."
"He's my friend. Why do you care?"
"I'm your friend."
"I know. I have lots of friends."
"But he doesn't."
"No. He has a friend."
"Why do you hang out with House?"
"He needs me."
"No he doesn't."
"You would know."
"OK, fine. Maybe I don't know. But I'll bet he'd be fine without you."
"He'd starve to death."
"No he wouldn't. He'd find someone else to mooch off of."
"You don't know that."
"Neither do you."
"I know more about House than a lot of people, you especially."
"Come on, Wilson. If you know that much about House, you know he doesn't need anyone."
"You would be surprised…"
"What's that mean?"
"Do you know why he's so mean?"
"No. I suppose you do."
"It's because only the people who put up with him really care."
"And you're the only one who can do that?"
"You do."
"He's my boss!"
"You could have quit. He could have fired you. But you stayed, and he let you. That says something."
"Right…"
"It's true. He cares."
"Right…"
"Do you know why he risks his medical license daily?"
"No."
"Do you know why he agreed to employees?"
"No."
"Do you know why he makes/lets me buy him lunch?"
"No."
"So there. I know House."
"But that doesn't explain why you're his friend."
"Maybe I'm his friend because no matter what, I know that he relies on me as much as I rely on him."
"Need to be needed? That's pretty lame… and totally unlike House."
"You would know."
"Oh, shut up."
"You initiated this conversation."
"I want to know why you're his friend. Why do you hang out with House?"
Wilson finally snapped.
"I love him."
"There we go."
"Shut up."
"You know he's got your office bugged?"
"Shut up."
"Good talking to you, Wilson."
"Go screw Cameron or something."
"Where? I'm assuming the diagnostics lounge will be … occupied… very soon."
"Shut up."
"Wilson? What did I just hear?"
"House?"
"Love you too, buddy."