"House!" The Diagnostician blinked in surprise as the carton he was drinking from was suddenly, and rather harshly, pulled away from his mouth, spilling a great deal of its contents down his front. He stared in shock for a second, at Wilson, who was preoccupied with the 'dirtied' container of milk.
"I don't have cooties, you know." House snarked when he had recovered from the shock. He hadn't been expecting Wilson to suddenly grab the milk from his hands. He was more used to a long lecture before finally driving the other man to give up and walk away.
"Yes, but there are two other people who drink milk in this house, and they don't appreciate you putting your mouth all over the carton." It was only then that he noticed the dairy product dripping all over the floor. "House-" He began, only to be cut off when the older man pushed past him. Again, this didn't stop Wilson talking, he just began to follow House down the hallway. It was when House reached his bedroom and began to take his shirt off that his constant word vomit slowed and finally stopped, only to start up again as House looked for another shirt.
It took three seconds. One for House to want Wilson to shut the hell up, the second to realize that the room was suddenly quiet, and a third to become aware of the fact that it was his own lips pressed against Wilson's that was keeping the man silent. It was another 2 seconds before House pulled away and left the room without a word, locking himself in the bathroom.
"House?" There came a knock on the door. The older man sighed and leaned against the wall. It had taken even less time for Wilson to get up the nerve to confront him than he had thought, but the day was full of surprises, so why the hell not?
"What do you want Wilson? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for that lunch date with Sam you were talking at me about yesterday?" He was offering Wilson a way out, an option number 2 where they didn't have to talk about it and they could just go on as if it hadn't happened. Half of House was silently hoping the other man wouldn't take it, and the other half was wishing he could sink into the floor and die. On the other side of the door, Wilson was staring in surprise at a spot just to the left of the doorframe. He was certain that House had been ignoring him as he explained his plans the day before, but apparently the man had been listening the whole time.
"Uh….yeah." He said softly, then turned away from the door. House ground his teeth, berating himself for what he had done. "We're going to talk about this when I get back though, right?" They both knew they wouldn't.
"Yeah. Have fun with Sam." House said with false cheer. Wilson frowned, but started down the hallway anyways, grabbing his keys and his jacket on the way out.
It wasn't until he heard the click of the front door locking that House unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway. He limped his way into the kitchen and sank into a chair. For 12 minutes he sat silently and then looked up and voiced the conclusion he had come to to the empty apartment around him.
"Well, I'm screwed." Looking down at his lap, he studied the t-shirt he still held tightly in both fists and then pulled it on.
AN: This chapter actually came easier than I expected it to. Hopefully, as I gain more experience writing fanfic, I'll get better, but the only way I can learn is if my mistakes are pointed out. So don't stay silent, speak up if you notice a mistake and help me learn!
