He never thought he would be crying over…him. Hell, the man hadn't even gone out to get a drink with him on their last night, on the last night that they had to see each other. But there he was, standing on the balcony, sobbing, his whole body hurting and shaking. He was thankful Wilson let him use the space for then, knowing it was one of the few places House would bother to look for him.

There was something all too strange in that, as well. Wilson wasn't shocked, was almost expecting this all to happen. He blamed it on their relationship for a little bit. Sometimes, you just don't ask questions. But as he thought about it more and more, and he felt arms start to pull around his waist, he tensed up.

Wilson knew.

Fucking knew.

Pushing away from the other man quickly, blues seared up at the oncologist who was more than a little befuddled.

"Why?" Chase hissed through his teeth. He wasn't sure if he was asking why his father was dead or why Wilson hadn't told him.

"It happens to every cancer patie—"

Chase shook his head and laughed bitterly beyond his tears. Wilson knew he slipped up. He knew he wasn't supposed to know. Not yet.

"Exactly. Cancer patient." The blonde moved for the door, wiping his eyes on his sleeves. He had thought Wilson would let him get away like every other time, but it didn't work this time. There was a hand gripping his arm and he wanted to scream. He needed to scream.

"Confidentiality. It's a code around here."

Robert was shaking. Shaking he was so mad, so angry.

"Confidentiality? Confidentiality? Funny, then how House found out. Pretty damn ironic if I do say so."

Wilson was trapped and he knew it. Bloody trapped by the man who also happened to trap his heart.

"Look, House is House. You know just as well as I that he figures things out without human help. You know that he is backstabbing, lying, manipulative, and greedy. Cold hearted most of the time, too. I am not. I thought you knew that well enough as well, Robert. He told me not to tell you. So I didn't to respect his wishes. It was his obligation, not mine, not House's. Or perhaps you were the one that should've asked instead of running away all the damn time."

Chase froze. His whole body went rigid. He was being attacked from all sides. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't his fault, that Wilson did everything he could to prolong his life. He did everything…but he still died. His father was…

"Why…why couldn't you save him?"

Chase's voice was eerily calm and on any other day, Wilson might feel just a little bit afraid of that in his Aussie.

"It's medicine. It's not perfect. It never will be. You should know that better than most. You're a doctor."

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them and soon enough, James found the blonde in his arms, crying, trembling, clinging onto him like there was no tomorrow.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" James mumbled into that blonde hair, wishing desperately that he could've saved Rowan Chase. That medicine was better than it was now.

"There's nothing you could do…"

And Chase pulled away, the tears slowing, looking a little more composed than he had before. And without another word, he was walking out of the office, walking down the hall to check on his patients, even though he knew he probably could use some checking for himself. He wasn't exactly stable, but he could get by.

He just didn't have to care.