RUSTY ARMOR AND THE SENTIMENTAL HEART
Ch. 1 Sam's town
"I've got this sentimental heart that beats but I really don't mind that it's starting to get to me."
"Sentimental: of a tender nature, appealing to the feelings."
Wilson turned around and curiously saw that House was reading the definition from the dictionary. He wondered where this was going and waited it out. House had placed the dictionary on his desk top still open and leaned back in his desk chair.
"Do you think I have a sentimental heart?"
"Do I what?" Wilson was taken aback by this question. "Isn't the answer obvious?"
"If the answer was obvious I wouldn't have asked the question." House retorted.
"Well you certainly don't have a sentimental personality but…sure your heart could be sentimental."
"But you don't know?"
"No because you don't share your heart with anyone."
"Not true." House answered.
"Yes true. Ask anyone. Is Greg House a selfish bastard? The answer is yes."
"At least I'm not a cold hearted bastard."
"I wouldn't know." Wilson said even toned.
"Oh bull. How many times have I taken you in when you were hurt, lonely and homeless?" House was out of his chair and trailing Wilson. Wilson had left the office but House wasn't far behind. The last of his comment was yelled into the hall to Wilson's back. Wilson just shook his head and kept walking.
"Why do you waste my time? Is the answer to the question on your mind."
Wilson was in his office, behind his desk. He was thinking, muttering to himself.
Why do you put up with him? All he does is jerk you around. You're like his bitch for God's sake. Well he does help you out. He's there when you need him even if he makes it a big deal or uses it as black mail later. And you know in your head that he needs you, even if it's just a little bit. But why do you need him? Oh come on, you know.
"That's a question for the ages." Wilson looked up and saw House had opened the door and was leaning against it. Wilson was so deep in thought he didn't hear him come in.
"What?"
"Whatever question you just asked yourself. The answer's complicated."
"How'd you know? Did I…was I talking out loud?"
"No."
"Then how?"
House just tapped his temple with his left index finger and approached the desk.
"So about earlier." House spoke as he sat down.
"Let's not even discuss it." Wilson responded.
"You don't get off that easy."
"I don't get off that easy?! You are the one who offended me."
"Only after you offended me."
"I told you your damn heart was sentimental."
"You didn't mean it." Wilson didn't say anything. House looked down. After a few seconds he spoke softly. "You have seen it you know."
"Seen what?"
"My sentimental heart. You didn't know it but you've seen it."