Wilson has known he's loved House for several years now. That's the only reason why he's been able to put up with all of his best friend's antics. Otherwise he would have left a long time ago. But now, as he's staring at his dashboard in horror, phone pressed painfully to his ear, he can't believe he let it slip like that.
The other end of the phone is silent, and Wilson is hoping that House had hung up before he had started his goodbye, like he often did.
"Okay, I'll see you then House. Bye. I love you."
It was a reflex that let it slip. The sort of half-conscious mumbling that happens when you're distracted. He had been twiddling with the radio, trying to find a good station for the ride home, and it had just come out.
The sound of a cane thumping on a desk shattered the feeble hope of House not having heard.
He considered hanging up, acting like nothing had happened; that he hadn't realized his slipup. But he didn't. No matter how much of a mistake him uttering that had been, it was true and he wanted to know House's reaction.
He heard the cane thump again before House spoke. "Yep, see you then." The line went dead.
Wilson closed his phone and gripped the steering wheel.
He didn't know whether House was ignoring the comment or acknowledging it. He doubted House would ignore something like that, instead taking the chance to tease him mercilessly. And he doubted House would acknowledge it with anything but teasing. Unless…
House never had been one to speak his feelings aloud. Wilson smiled. Maybe his best friend had just told him he loved him back.
Well, in his own roundabout, slightly weird, yet completely House way.