A/N: Okay. Short, yes, but the 'meetings' will get a little longer.

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Meeting One: Tuesday, 7.35pm

Someone knocked softly on his door and Wilson put down his book, glad for a distraction.

"Come in," he called, and a man limped in. Wilson observed him, keeping the surprise away from his eyes. He was tall - very tall, in fact - with a gruff, closed face. The man had a curious pair of sharp blue eyes that carried such sadness it hurt to look into them. "My rubbish bin isn't empty, by the way. Sit down." The man half-smiled and sat down onto the chair, the relief of not standing apparent on his face.

"Greg House," said the man to the floor. Wilson blinked. The Greg House? His best friend?

"James Wilson," he replied politely. "I expect you know my name anyway." House nodded.

"I saw your mother yesterday."

"Yeah." He coughed and shifted slightly so he could sit up properly.

"You remember some stuff?" The conversation was beginning to get painful.

"My childhood," said Wilson. "And other bits and pieces."

"Anything else?" House sounded hopeful.

"No. The doctor -"

"Who's an idiot," supplied House, causing Wilson to smile.

"- said it would 'take time'." House snorted and the two men looked at each other shyly for the first time.

"Mm." Wilson felt he was drowning in a deep sea of blue. "Well, that was fun," said House, suddenly standing up. Clearly uncomfortable, he addressed Wilson's left ear. "Nice meeting you."

"You will - you'll come again?" asked Wilson, cringing slightly at how infantile his words sounded. House stared at his ear for a moment before jerking his head up and down. Wilson took this to be a 'yes' and, at loss for what to do, offered House his hand. The older man seemed to supress a laugh and shook it firmly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." House hurried to the door and once outside Room 1082, he allowed himself to breathe. Inside the room, the other man did the same.