House stood in Wilson's office looking out the window. His nose lightly rested on the pane as his breath steamed up the glass below.
"You're falling for her." Wilson stated as he lifted a book of the shelf, lightly wiping a cloth of the leather cover.
"I am not falling for her." House replied, not moving from his spot.
"Fine, you can't let yourself fall for her."
"Don't you have a cleaner for that?" House gestured towards the book that Wilson was wiping down.
"I like to do it."
House shrugged before he continued to stare out the window, his eyes darting about as he tried to find something to focus on, finally choosing a bird that was fluttering about in the cloud-free sky.
"She's pretty I'll give you that." He said absentmindedly.
"Caring, sincere, smart... all the qualities you don't look for in women. With one exception." Wilson's speech was stopped by the glare from House. "But we won't talk about that." He turned around to place the book back in its place before lifting down another.
"Cameron is just looking for someone else to need her." House lightly tapped his cane on the carpet.
"And you don't need anyone, do you House?" Wilson once again received a glare, before House went back to his staring.