"You ever regret how things turned out?" Wilson glanced at House out of the corner of his eye before focusing back down the length of his pistol. He fired a few shots at the target hanging at the end of the range, glancing most past the edges of the paper before he managed to get one through the black painted head of the vague humanoid silhouette.
House snorted softly, too soft to be heard with the ear protection on. "Which things?" He answered back when Wilson paused his firing for a second. Then, as an afterthought, "Yes. Of course. Obviously." He watched as his friend braced himself against the recoil of the small firearm, hitting a few more times through the target. "What about you," he changed the subject as James reloaded, "Don't you ever wish one of your marriages had worked out?" He smirked and aimed down the range with his pistol held sideways, emptying his clip into the torso of his target. "Then you could be spending your last days with a beautiful woman instead of a miserable old bastard."
Wilson smiled incredulously at House and withdrew his target to the front, pulling it down from the clip to inspect. "What, and miss out on missing these so horribly? I had no idea my aim had deteriorated so much since the last time I was at a range." He sighed and crumpled it up, tossing it into a nearby trash can. "Come on, let's keep going. The world's largest spoon isn't going to visit itself." He grinned playfully and stole House's earmuffs, tossing them halfway down-range before the two of them scurried out to their bikes.