"House," Wilson stumbled backwards into the wall, "don't do this." House's expression never changed as he cornered Wilson.
The diagnostic noticed Wilson's frantic eyes and his eagerness to get away. Not this time. "No, you're not getting out of this."
"I- I didn't mean it... just, just forget abou- ouch! House, that's my goddamned arm!"
House made no eye contact with Wilson, he instead focused on his hand gripping Wilson's arm to the wall. "Just. Say. It." Wilson
couldn't think, he had to get away. House was getting closer, his grip tighter. "Just say it, just say it, just say it!" Wilson didn't wan
t their friendship to end like this, with House physically assualting him. Wilson's heart raced as he tried to read House's expression.
He didn't want to know what would come, he didn't want to think about what could happen. Defeated, he looked off to the right,
eyes unfocused on anything and everything.
"I," he started and House's grip faltered. "I asked... I asked if I could, well, kiss you. Happy n-," before Wilson could wallow in his
self pity for losing his bestfriend, House's lips found his.
