Author: lucretia_fly
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: T, implicit m/m relationship.
Word count: 115
Summary: Almost-drabble inspired by the song 'Enjoy the Silence' by Depeche Mode. Deliciously angsty.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just playing.
A/N: This is one of my favourite songs, but I haven't listened to it for a while. It came on the radio yesterday and I was struck by how Housian it was (perhaps because I had been reading fic for two hours before..) and this came out over my lunchbreak. Can't post the lyrics here, but just search 'Enjoy the Silence' by Depeche Mode and you'll get it.
Many thanks to taiga13 and blackmare_9 on LJ for their suggestions on which words to use.
Wilson was perpetually sending words crashing into House's world, bringing it down.
Words like:
"Vicodin intake."
"Start small."
"You might need a friend."
He didn't mean to. He may have thought that padding them in caring tones would soften the impact; render them harmless, helpful.
House wasn't built like that. Perversely, it was the gentlest words that had the most power, could cut right through the cement and shatter his foundations.
In the darkness and warmth of their bed, with Wilson in his arms, House was content. Secure. Blissful in their post-coital silence, he thought how perfect this was. Until Wilson opened his mouth and fired out the worst words of all:
"I love you."