Int. Wilson's apartment -- Day
House sits on the couch tossing a ball up into the air and catching it in his hand.
The room is quite and in the silence House's mind reflects on the months leading up to this where life seemed simpler.
The door opens and Wilson walks in holding a bag of groceries in his hand.
"I brought food."
House doesn't respond just continues to toss the ball up into the air without a second glance towards Wilson.
Surprised by this Wilson walks over to the couch and crosses his arms over chest shooting House a glare.
"Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine."
House gets up off the couch and crosses over to the kitchen.
Wilson follows suit.
In the kitchen House stands by the table and slides the grocery bag over and leans in for a better look.
"What do we have here?"
"I bought all your favorites."
House eyes Wilson curiously.
"Is it my birthday?"
Wilson smiles at this and thinks to himself a moment before nodding his head.
"Something like that."
House thinks to himself for a moment before limping over to the calendar hanging on the side of the refrigerator.
Realization, September 21st, 2010. Exactly one year since his release from Mayfield.
"Happy re-birthday House."
Wilson smiles warmly towards House.
House eyes Wilson curiously.
"Has it been that long already?"
It certainly has. Congratulations Greg."
"Damn."
House turns away from the table and limps out of the room.
Wilson arches and eye brow and shrugs.
"Was it something I said?"