What Wilson didn't tell House—he didn't need to know—was the conversation he had with Cameron after she'd gotten the news.
He'd been on his cell phone, and after hanging up, he turned around and nearly jumped out of skin when he found Cameron not two inches behind him, arms crossed and looking severely severe. "You're calling him House," she said, and Wilson felt like he was being accused of murder.
Taken aback, Wilson tried a joke to calm Cameron down. "We did consider me calling him sugar-nose, but we decided it might make everyone within hearing distance nauseous. We figure there's enough work in the hospital without sending more patients to the clinic."
"You're sleeping with him and yet you don't call him by his first name."
"It's ten-year habit. These things are hard to break."
"Do you love him?"
Wilson stared at her; she certainly looked serious. He wondered if she'd always been that nosy and audacious, or if it was a practice she'd picked up from her boss. "You're kidding, right?"
"It's not an absurd question," Cameron defended herself, raising her chin defiantly.
"I didn't realize you had the right to be asking me anything like that."
"You're the one living with him. Are you too embarrassed to admit to something as banal as 'I love you'? I always took that to be one of the minimum requirements."
"We're not like that. And anyway, I don't think this falls under your jurisdiction." He tried to shake her off by turning around and walking away- this really wasn't an appropriate discussion for them to be having- but she followed, persistent.
"Don't play with him."
"What makes you think he's not the one playing with me?"
"Don't think I forgot the advice you gave me when I went out with him. He wouldn't consider jumping off this particular building without someone to there push him off."
"I'd say it was a mutual endeavor." Something clicked in his head: maybe it wasn't jealousy, not entirely, that had her invading his personal space. "Are you I concerned /I over him?"
If she had been crossing her arms before, she seemed now to be huddling into herself. "I saw what Stacy did to him. I don't want to catch the rerun."
"Cameron. I'll be careful."
"All right," she nodded, after a pause.
