Silences
Wilson hates House.
House had slept with Stacy even though Wilson had warned him, because he knew it wouldn't end well.
And 'cause he knew he was the one who'd have to pick up the pieces later.
House couldn't stand if Wilson treated Cuddy or any woman as a friend, when he himself bought hookers and acted rudely towards women in general.
With Wilson having to explain it all.
Wilson listened day after day as House mocked his medical judgment, but when he was wrong (which didn't happen very often though) He expects Wilson to just say it's okay and that accidents happen.
And Vicodin was obliviously more important to House than his friendship Wilson. He had made Wilson lie to cops about it, when he himself had copied Wilsons autograph.
And House would call Wilson late at night to do some crazy experiments for him, but Wilson couldn't get House to him with his cases even in regular working hours.
And this goes on and on, until he cannot stand anymore.
Now the moment House walks in, his ready to strangle him, beat the crap out of him and speak his mind.
So that even for a tiny moment there would be some humanity in those blue eyes.
But when his friend walks in, he does it silently or least not as dramatically as usual. He limps to the window, not looking at Wilson.
And Wilson waits.
Waits until he speaks.
The tone of his voice is now different. He sound truly convincing, truly full of grief.
On those silent moments, when there's only two of them, he speaks like he never does to anyone else.
And Wilson forgives everything, just for this last time.
And when House walks out of the door again, with smug grin on his face, he realizes that he shouldn't have given up.
What a fool he is.
And everything continues the same.
