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Wilson sighed as he entered the office, wishing that Cuddy hadn't selected him as the one to talk to him. He didn't hold any hope for what he was about to do
"You do know that you're allowed to leave the hospital now."
"I know." House made an even greater show of pressing the buttons on his game boy.
"Never thought you would be the one who stayed behind after hours. Usually you hobble out of here as soon as you can."
"That's for clinic duty. I'm not on clinic duty; hence the no hobbling. Was there something you wanted?"
Wilson sighed again; it had been the exact reason why he hadn't wanted to talk to House. It put a strain on their fragile friendship. They weren't supposed to talk to each other, they were supposed to listen to a certain extent if the other friend wanted to bitch and moan and they were supposed to provide alcohol in an effort to stop both the bitching and the moaning but talking about emotions was out of the question.
"Are you going to stop sighing or do you think that Cuddy will pay you more if you replace the air conditioner?"
He sat down on one of the chairs, trying not to feel bothered that House hadn't looked at him since he came in. "You don't have any patients. You have no reason to be here."
"The chairs are comfier than they are at home."
"If this is about the baby…"
"It's not." Being cut off so abruptly showed Wilson that he had been right in his suspicions.
"You made the right call. You saved them."
"I saved most of them. And I know that I made the right decision. I don't need you coming in here to tell me what I already know. I'm sure I could get Cameron to do that for me."
"I know what you're like. You won't put this behind you easily."
"I've already forgotten."
"Then why won't you leave?"
"I told you, comfy chairs." He put the game boy down and looked at Wilson. "Why won't you leave?"
"I care about you."
"More like you care about what Cuddy will say if you don't cheer me up."
He laughed, "I'm not trying to cheer you up."
"So you're trying to depress me? Wow, you really are a good friend."
"I'm not trying to depress you; I'm trying to get you to leave."
"What difference would that make? Do you expect me to suddenly start tap dancing with joy if I'm in my living room?"
"You need to get some distance from this," he sighed, "you…"
"There's that pesky sigh again. Maybe you should get a doctor to check that out."
"You need to stop thinking about it."
"Then stop talking to me about it! Are you so much of an idiot that you think the way to get me to forget is to constantly berate me about not forgetting?"
Wilson nodded, standing up, "you want me to leave you alone?"
"I would love it."
He left, shaking his head as he walked out. From the window he saw House pick his game boy back up and resume playing.