Title: Regrets
Disclaimer: I don't own House.
A/N: With the return of allergies comes the return of Nyquil. That stuff always makes me sad and angst-ey. I hope you like it anyway! Please read and review!
The first time Wilson kissed him was also the last time. They weren't drunk, but House wished they had been, because then he could have explained it away.
Wilson had looked at him, hurt when there was no response. "Was I wrong?" he said, and House wanted to say yes, he really did, but that would be lying, and it also wouldn't be right.
"No, you weren't wrong," House said, softly, sadly, and Wilson imagines that this is how he must have turned Stacy down, all quiet reason. "It wouldn't work. It couldn't work. You know me, I'm an asshole. You can barely stand to be friends with me."
"Greg."
"No, Wilson, I can't."
"This is about being miserable, isn't it. You pushed Stacy away, now you're pushing me away too."
"No, it's not," House said, but he knew Wilson wouldn't listen. He already thought he knew what this was about, and he wouldn't change his mind. Well, house was good at being stubborn too.
That wasn't the last time it came up, but after a while Wilson stopped trying, and House stopped hurting every time he thought about it (or at least got better at hiding it).
They stayed friends, but it wasn't ever the same, not really. House regretted his decision, but only sometimes, the late nights, when he couldn't sleep. He started to think about how it could have worked, they would have made it work. He knows he's lying to himself, but everybody lies.
Wilson too, on the late nights, thought about what might have been. Greg wasn't right, they could have done it, he would have conquered infidelity this time. He knows it isn't true, but everybody lies.
