"She's me." House muttered, amused.
Wilson rolled his eyes heavenward with an obviously exasperated sigh, "Yes, House, we've established this." He flipped his hand outward in a dismissive manner, "Or rather, you have. I got it."
House's eyes flickered once toward Wilson before nodding curtly and fixing his gaze back up his beer. Of course, he couldn't leave well enough, alone. "You could do better."
"Of course."
"You could..." House took a swig of beer and stared intently at the selection of alcohol on the shelves behind the counter they sat at. "...You could do me." Wilson scoffed, and House continued, "I mean, why would you want 'House Lite', when 'House Classic' is best?"
"Because the newer model is younger and has better features." Wilson replied without missing a beat. House pretended to not notice the lack of humour accompanying his voice. "But you know the greatest feature of all?"
"What's that?" House asked as his friend stood, grabbing his coat.
Wilson nodded to nothing, keeping his expression even, his eyes locked on his empty beer bottle, "She's not you."
A quick flash of hurt passed over House's expression before his mask of indifference slid back into place. He turned to retort, only to find Wilson had long gone, a twenty dollar bill tossed hastily aside, next to his empty beer in his stead.