They agreed to tell their coworkers.
House would have preferred to stay mum and let them worry their pretty little heads off, have them figure it out for themselves. Wilson was against that because, as he said, "they're going to come up with all kinds of rumors, most of them unflattering and none of which I want to hear."
"That's the fun of it," House pointed out.
In the end, Wilson got his way, if only because House couldn't stop him from going up and talking to people or control the content of his conversations. Since this was the case, House wanted, at least, to partake in the burden of letting their coworkers know about their homosexual relationship. Their expressions would be brilliant. That wasn't an opportunity he could let slip by!
Wilson told the people in his department as well as Cuddy, who after ten minutes of ill-humored skepticism (she kept looking for where House was hiding, expecting him to pop up laughing the minute she believed it), wavered between happiness for House and dismay for Wilson. "You've gone crazy," she assured him.
"It'll be good for him," he reminded her, and eventually she had to concede that it was probably for the best and really not any of her business. In fact, the less business of hers it was, the better.
His colleagues didn't care that much. In terms of general reactions, with a few exceptions, his male employees were overjoyed that Wilson was off the dating market, and the female ones were disappointed for the same reason. Wilson noticed a sharp decline in the amount the nurses flirted with him; in fact, they toned it down I much /I more than after any of his marriages.
He passed on the news that evening, with House's feet in his lap ("massage them," House demanded, and though Wilson had made vague noises about the unbearability of their odor, he obliged).
"Cuddy wouldn't stop leering at me after you talked to her," House complained. "Don't be such a sissy, my toes aren't going to snap off. I think she's turned on by the thought of us getting it on."
Wilson stopped being a sissy and pressed the ball of House's foot harder between his finger and thumb, squeezed the foot with the whole of his hand. House leaned his head back as he exhaled, eyes closed. "Well, who wouldn't be?"
"Foreman, for one."
"A man of limited imagination," Wilson agreed, working on the right heel.
"I tell you, I despair at ever dragging him away from textbook knowledge."
"Did he say anything in particular?"
"Asked me to wait to break up with you until I after /I he's finished his fellowship."
"Shock of shocks, Foreman does not predict a happy ending for us. I bet Chase was more impressed."
"If what you mean was that he was more sycophantic, then, yes, he congratulated me, with his Aussie smile—"
"Foreigners I smile /I differently from us, too? No wonder we hate immigrants."
"—He asked me to congratulate you too, by the way—"
"Thanks, I think."
"—And that was that. Boy ought to get more worked up over the changes in his tiny little world."
"I realize this is a lot to ask for, but will you ever be satisfied with any of them?"
House pretended to mull that one over, making a loud "hrm" sound. "Maybe when they become better doctors than me… no. Not even then. Wouldn't want them to get complacent."
"Poor kids. How about Cameron, I bet she was delighted."
"That's the thing- she didn't care."
"Wait, are we speaking about the same Cameron? Long brown hair, wears vests, has an opinion on everything?"
"My mistake, I was talking about the bimbo working the register."
"When you say she didn't care, you—"
"Imagine this—I walk into the office, fling my arms open," and House demonstrated physically, nearly swatting Wilson in the face, "and declared, 'I am off the market, for, lo, Wilson and I are doing the horizontal tango!'--"
"God, House, I asked you to be discreet—"
"The other two did what I just told you, and Cameron—she just looks at me and says, 'okay.' Okay! Like I said I wanted boiled eggs for lunch, or something."
"You're miffed, aren't you."
"Not miffed. …Am I I that /I easy to get over?"
What Wilson didn't say was: I wouldn't know, since I haven't gotten over you myself. "Pretty much," was what he actually did say, giving House's foot one last squeeze before letting go. better. "I wouldn't count on it."
