Wilson lounged on House's couch and watched as his friend undid his tie and start the knotting process for a third time. House had just recounted the scene in the lab with Cameron. Wilson wanted to smile but held it back because he didn't want to agitate House further. Contemplating the betting scenario, Wilson thought back to the scene that had taken place in his office several hours earlier.
It had been close to the end of his work day when House had barged into his office. Wilson, standing over his desk, had looked up and opened his mouth to get the first word in. After a glance at House's face, however, Wilson had decided to withhold his comment about a certain limping jerk avoiding work while other doctors are kept busy. House had thrown himself into the chair across from Wilson and began to brood while slowly twirling his cane. Wilson sat back into his own chair and decided to wait. He knew that cane twirl. House was definitely agitated.
"I've got a date with Cameron tonight," House finally blurted with a frown.
Wilson's eyebrows shot up. "She asked you out again?"
House cocked his head slightly. "What makes you think she asked me?"
Wilson hunched forward in excitement. "You asked her out again!"
"Not what I said," House replied. "And I couldn't ask her out again, seeing as I've never asked her out in the first place."
"You took her to that monster truck show," Wilson recounted playfully. "That consisted of you, and her, and the outdoors. You asked her out."
"To accompany me as a friend to an event, and that's not how you meant it," House argued. "You meant 'asked her out' as in 'asked her on a date', which I didn't. And I made that clear to Cameron."
"What a romantic." Wilson leaned back with a smile. "So. You've never asked her out."
"No."
"But you've been out with her twice."
"Only once as a date!"
Wilson's smile widened as House's frown deepened. House sounded like a defensive teenage boy. Silence hung in the room as Wilson's mind mulled over the situation. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sharp rap of wood on wood as House's cane, still in constant rotation, put a dent in the corner of Wilson's desk. Wilson was fairly certain House had done that intentionally, but he didn't comment. He was too intrigued by the conclusions he was coming to. "So." Wilson spoke slowly, savoring House's mood. "Cameron did ask you out."
House pushed himself to his feet and moved towards the door. "Not exactly," he answered.
"Then what—?"
House cut him off. "Stop by my place after work?"
Wilson knew he wouldn't get any more information out of House at the moment. He nodded, "Yeah. Okay." As he watched House nod and walk away, he turned his thoughts to tracking down Cameron.