A/N: A random drabble. No slash intended.
Shared Music
He plays the violin.
Greg House is the only one who knows.
The blue-eyed doctor followed him one night – and watched from the shadows in the back, as he played for the entertaining tango couple. No one else seemed to notice the pain in his closed eyes, but House could hear it in every note. The string screeching cut into his heart so explosively, he had no idea how many ways it had been sliced. That night made House understand. It was the reason for his decision to love Wilson with an answer from his piano and a legitimate dependency.