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It was a brisk December afternoon at PPTH. James didn't even think about grabbing his jacket before stepping outside to get some fresh air. He had been in a haze all day. Just sort of going through the motions of a normal day. He felt guilty for not going to lunch with House like they normally had, but he knew that would just bring up questions he didn't want asked. Not now anyway. He was always good at keeping his emotions in check and he knew if asked just the right questions, he would lose it and simply break down. He couldn't let that happen. In a few days things would go back to normal and he would have lunch with House and things would be fine. He was sure of it. "Just keep it together" he thought to himself.
He wasn't sure how long he had been outside but the sun was starting to set and he instinctively wrapped his arms around himself. It was then he heard his voice, that voice that always made him smile, always made him laugh and usually gave him at least one headache a day, but he loved that voice.
"You do know its December right?"
James let out a small sigh and slightly rolled his eyes, "Really, I had no idea." He didn't even turn around. It was too soon to look him in the eyes.
House walked up next to him, handed him his jacket and leaned against the railing just like his friend was doing. Wilson took the jacket with a look of surprise on his face. "Um, thanks." Wilson put in on and immediately felt warmer. Kind how he felt whenever House was in his presence. "No, don't start that, don't go there" he thought to himself. House saw the look on Wilsons face and said, "why do you look so surprised? You've been standing out here for almost 45 minutes and like I mentioned earlier it is December."
"Oh" was all Wilson could manage to say. He still couldn't look house in the eye. He was afraid if he did, House would know because lets face it, House just needs one look and he knows. And Wilson was determined that House wouldn't know, not about this, what he was thinking and feeling.
"So since you totally blew me off today at lunch, you need to buy me lunch, you now need to buy me dinner." Wilson snapped out of his thoughts, "what are you talking about? I didn't blow you off. I had a very busy day, more sick patients and paperwork than usual." 'Oh and my girlfriend' But he couldn't tell House that last part. Not yet.'
"So you haven't eaten all day?" House questioned him, giving him that look House always gives.
"I grabbed a snack from the vending machine earlier, so for that, you should buy me dinner." Wilson threw back at him, waiting some sort of smart ass response knowing that House wasn't going to actually buy dinner. "Ok, fine but you have to bring the beer, and not that cheap crap like last time. Get the good stuff. Be at my place at 8."
Wilson was stunned. He couldn't get a response out before House was walking away, going back inside. Wilson just stood there, watching House go back inside. What just happened? House never buys dinner. 'There's a catch. There has to be a catch', James thought.