The word hung between them on the hook of awkwardness, pleading for attention but avoiding their eyes.
Both men decided to speak at once.
"What I really meant to say was…"
"I'm so gonna blackmail you with that one, House!"
The word settled down and got comfy, like a child watching its parent's fight over its custody.
For two seconds before, when House had accidentally erased Wilson's TiVo, the word had slipped out and into the room:
"Sorry"