Chapter 18
"It's like a bad dream Wilson," House said slowly, sipping his coffee. The two of them sat on Wilson's couch and spoke into the night. "I saw that girl…then myself. I…" House stopped, looking down into his coffee.
"I wish you would have told me," Wilson said, hoping not to sound too 'I-told-you-so'. "I knew something was wrong."
House gazed out the window at the full moon as he tipped his coffee forward, again looking into it. "It's Friday. I didn't think this is how we would be spending our night out," House said sadly.
"You'd do the same for me," Wilson said as he sat forward, putting his elbows to his knees. He made sure he kept eye contact with his friend. He was hurting and needed him right now.
"No, probably not," House answered back. "I'd just wait until I need more meds then I'd get personal so you'd think I care." Even in his darkest moments, he had that dry humor that Wilson never found in any other friend.
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