Okay this is the other side of Mr. Indigestion, getting in Wilson's head.
Wilson didn't really know why he was trying to make House feel bad. It never worked. He wondered if it made him crazy or just very stupid to keep the disappointed glower on his face as he watched House out of the corner of his eye. There he was delivering a bald-faced lie to a young woman who was crying and thanking him at the same time and the only reason was the manipulation of his so-called best friend.
He never wondered why he really remained House's friend, why he put up with the man poking at and controlling his life so that he could only live as some demented extension of the bitter cripple. He had a few answers that sounded pretty when people asked, but there was an ugly one he kept inside that no one knew. Except for House himself. The only thing that his friend hadn't figured out was the extent to which Jimmy was aware of it.
It was his major flaw. James needed to be needed. And House was the neediest of them all. House needed him enough that nothing else in the oncologist's life could compare. This was good, because when he was so focused on his friend's life he could ignore the fact that he'd given up living his own life. He wasn't kidding when he said that all he had was his job and his friendship with House. He didn't really need anything else. Sure, he'd gotten married and tried his damnedest to cultivate relationships away from the hospital, but after so many marriages he was starting to understand why.
He got from House everything he needed emotionally, socially. But Wilson still needed sex to survive like every male on the planet and so he dated and married like a good little doctor and then let those relationships fail because no self-respecting woman wanted to love a shell of a man. A shell was exactly what he was. His body was the hotel he stayed in when he wasn't needed in Houseland.
He knew this was not healthy. He knew he should get out and escape House. Sometimes he almost thought he could. That was what happened if Wilson stayed away and didn't visit. He'd get very busy with work and House would be working on a case and they wouldn't have time to reinforce their twisted friendship and James would start to slip away from him. He would sit and think about how easy it would be to just stop visiting. Then House would do something horridly unethical and Wilson would think, "Here it is, finally a reason the hate him!" Then the daydreams of freedom would ensue while he waited to be proven wrong, because he always was.
House's unethical hateful action would always result in something that was amazing, proving the diagnostician right and he wouldn't be allowed to hate him. So Wilson would put that hate back in its drawer and settle for stern disapproval of the other's methods. This was the part that he let House see. That was the part he wore on his face while he hugged the crying woman and looked at House over her shoulder.
He watched him and waited for it, the excuse for him to forgive and check out of the Wilson's Body Hotel and go back home. And there it was. House gave him the look that told him that House didn't give a flying crap about what had happened, but that he needed James enough to lie with his eyes. Wilson smiled at him and watched him limp away then turned his attention to the woman that whose husband was dying.
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