Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence
"Fuck you!"
"Wilson."
"No, fuck you!" Wilson tried to wriggle out of House's grasp, but the older doctor only held on tighter.
"Wilson, let me explain," House started.
"No! What did you say to her? You chased her away! We were getting along, House, we were good!" Wilson finally jerked away and stood glaring at House.
"Will you just-" He was interrupted by Wilson again.
"No! Sam was the best thing that happened to me since- since Amber died! Why do you always ruin everything for me House? You couldn't just let me be, why do I have to be miserable too?" He rested his hands on his hips, giving his friend the dirtiest look he could muster.
"Misery loves company." House gave a little smile that did nothing but infuriate the other doctor more.
"Is that all you have to say?" Wilson's voice was getting louder and angrier.
"Wilson."
"Not even an apology? An explanation?" Almost yelling.
"Jimmy."
"House I swear, sometimes-"
"James!" Wilson stopped his ranting and stared at House, hands still on his hips. House shuffled closer.
"Do you ever think that maybe there's a reason all your relationships don't work? All except one?" He asked, leaning closer to his friend. "Do you think it might not be something I'm doing wrong," Wilson's face wrinkled in confusion, "But maybe something I'm doing right?"
"What are you talking about House?"
"Do you want to know what I told her?"
"What?" Wilson squinted at him as House leaned even closer.
"I told her that you didn't love her." House said. Wilson spluttered, searching for words.
"What! She wouldn't have believed it! Who would believe you ? You're you!"
"She believed me, because you believe me."
Finally. Silence.