"You're joking."
Wilson stared at him intently, his face shining with something House had only witnessed during the almost happy times before his infarction.
"You are so screwing with me. You and Thirteen?"
"No one else was interested," Wilson shrugged, using one of his white dress sleeves to wipe the perspiration from his forehead.
"It sounded like fun," his fellow piped up, smiling just as widely as his boyfriend, her eyes bright.
"You could have asked me," House said, frowning.
"Yes, because your leg would definitely be able to handle it."
"Oh, will you two wipe those stupid grins off your faces," he snapped. Wilson did so immediately, while it took Thirteen a couple of seconds longer.
"Why did you hide this?"
"I did not hide it - there's nothing to hide! We are simply having fun and - it's great excercise, which I need."
"So go for a run, buy a treadmill - "
"House," Thirteen interrupted smoothly, "If it's going to bother you, I'll just...leave." To prove this, she strode over to the couch, which had been pushed back to make room for what they'd been doing, and grabbed her coat, letting her hair fall out of it's bun. A few strands promptly stuck to her sweaty forehead. It was strangely endearing.
House noticed Wilson shoot her an apologetic look, as she headed for the double doors that would lead her out. She smiled at them both before departing.
Wilson rounded on him. "Why be such an ass? You have a problem with us having a good time?"
"You were swing dancing."
"Yes! Your point?" Wilson demanded, placing his hands on his hips. When House failed to reply, he exhaled through his nose and said, "I found this...place online that offered one free - trial - swing dancing lesson. Dancing - I used to dance when I was younger. It said I needed a partner, and you obviously can't, so I asked Cuddy, who was too busy on that particular day, but Thirteen overheard us. Asked if she could - I thought it was a good idea..."
"Well, it wasn't, it was a stupid idea," House snapped before limping toward the hallway. He had nearly finished shutting the bedroom door when Wilson called out to him.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"
Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, House stood in the doorway, clutching the knob until the younger man stood in front of him, squinting suspiciously.
"Are you...jealous?"
"Yeah," he answered promptly. "I wish it was me taking idiot lessons and embarrassing myself in front of a hot bisexual woman."
Suddenly, Wilson grinned. In that satisfied I've just found out something about you that you don't know yourself type of way. "You're jealous," he said incredulously. "You're jealous of - what? Me spending time with Thirteen?"
"I'm not that pathetic."
House attempted to shut the door in his face, but Wilson threw out a hand to prevent this, resulting in a loud smack. "Then you're jealous that we're doing something you can no longer do," he suggested quietly. "And you're angry that you're jealous."
House stared at him for a moment, into his sympathetic brown eyes, and frowned. "Fine. You and Thirteen go learn your dance steps. But practice them anywhere except here."
"House. I'm sorry. I didn't think about your reaction - we'll stick to the actual dance room next time, okay?"
He nodded curtly. "Okay." He was surprised and a little pleased when Wilson stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his middle.
"I'd rather it be you. You used to be a much better dancer than Thirteen is."
House smiled into Wilson's hair, which smelled of sweat, and returned the gesture. "I don't need a pity party. Unless you turn down what I'm about to offer you."
Wilson raised his head to look at him. "Which is what, dare I ask?"
"Something else I can do better than Thirteen." He winked. "If you know what I mean."
"Well, how can I turn that down?"
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This will be continued!
