It wasn't just coffee he smelled, it was expensive Wilson blend coffee and it made him smile. If Wilson were here making coffee that meant he'd figured it out and he wasn't mad.
"Sometimes" House thought as he pulled back the covers and began rubbing his leg. "things do work out." He limped to the kitchen door and looked in. Wilson was at the table reading the paper. He didn't look up and that was fine. He'd been conned out of his victory, he had the right to act a bit pissed off.
"Pancakes?" House asked although the fact the oven was on "warm" indicated the pancakes were done and waiting for him.
Wilson didn't look up but he did get up, pulled out a fry pan from the cupboard and a package of sausage from the fridge. "Banana chocolate chip"
All good signs, all very good signs.
House showered and dressed and sitting down waiting to be served. He would have gotten his own coffee but this was Wilson's fiefdom, let him stay in charge. It was only when House reached for the maple syrup that he noticed an envelope and a key on the table.
"I stopped at my bank on the way over and got us a safety deposit box" Wilson explained "You wouldn't have hidden a fake gun, You would have used it to trap me into something even more embarrassing than that damned net. So I Googled it. Common issue sidearm for Marine Officers. Sorry, I should have thought of that"
"The safety deposit box?" House poured more syrup than he wanted on the pancakes, just to prove his independence. Wilson thought too much syrup was an insult to his pancakes.
"You're still a felon on parole, They can and might search your apartment before this is over. You can't afford to have them find it, I got one big enough for the sword too, not sure if they would bust you for the sword, but no reason to chance it. Sign the card and we can both have access"
House nodded, glad Wilson had figured it out. It had never been anything but a delaying tactic anyway. And then it only worked because like most hyper-protected city kids Wilson had over reacted when he'd thought the gun was loaded.
"You OK with locking it up for a while?" Wilson asked pouring House a second cup coffee. It was the closest he would come to asking if House were alright.
"Yeah, good idea" which was the closest House would come to telling Wilson, he wasn't hurting.
Now they'd start arguing about Wilson trying to pass off turkey sausage as a respectable substitute for the real pig stuff.