Wilson opened his eyes when House cut the engine. He pulled the helmet off his head, looking around.

"Wha- we're actually at a quiet place?"

House sneered, "No, it's actually a biker bar, cleverly disguised." He set the kick stand down, hopping off the bike, grabbing his cane.

Wilson looked at the sign. 'Pierre's Fine Dining' That has a nice ring to it, maybe it's some sleezy restaurant with bad food and rude people…But no, House wouldn't go there. The food had to be decent enough to eat…Yeah.

"Are you coming?" Wilson was startled out of his thoughts. "Huh? Oh…of course." He followed the older doctor inside.

"A table for two please…"

"Of course, right this way, please, Sirs"

Wilson followed the waiter to a table in the corner of the restaurant. Two candles were lit, and there was a single white rose in the middle of the table.

House sat himself gently in the chair, hanging his cane on the chair next to him. He watched as Wilson hesitantly lowered himself into his seat.

"May I get you something to drink, sirs?"

House gaged his options before quickly replying, "A bottle of your vintage red wine" He carefully eyed his companion, who was obviously flustered.

The waiter left, bowing slightly. House looked back at Wilson, who was currently trying to straighten his tie. House reached across the table and pulled it a little, before pressing it gently with his hand. Wilson blushed, rosy pink, murmuring a thank you.

He must be really upset about his divorce to be this…fidgety. House tried to smile encouragingly. He really wasn't very good at this kind of thing. He didn't know what he was supposed to say to comfort his best friend, eve though he was secretly glad for his divorce.

"Well, at least you kept the car…"

"Huh?"

"Ah….y'know…your divorce…You got the car this time."

Wilson looked completely lost. House sighed. "Never mind, Jimmy."

Wilson's confusion just kept growing, kept the car…Jimmy? And where the hell was that wine?

"I'm sorry, I'm a little lost here." He grimaced in his mind. He hoped he didn't sound stoned or anything. Maybe it would be easier if he was…Never mind.

The diagnostician smiled, a true, genuine smile. It was a smile James Wilson hadn't seen since before the surgery…He had missed it. He smiled back, not wanting it to go away. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"do you want to talk about it?"

Wilson's eyes fluttered open, "What? Talk about what?"

"Your divorce…"

"No, I don't. Why?"

His friend stared at him incredulous. "Then why the hell are we here!"

Wilson stammered, trying to think of something. His mind came up blank. "Uh…I…uh…um…"

"Relax, Jimmy, I just figured, the only reason you would ask me to dinner is if you needed to talk to someone about your divorce. I must say, I'm kind of relieved. I'm not very good at that kind of thing." House seemed calm now, obviously relieved to not have to awkwardly say the wrong thing.

"Alright. I'm sorry. I jus-"

The waiter arrived with their wine, pouring a large amount into their glasses. "Have you chosen?"

James looked at House, embarrassed for not even thinking of food. House looked completely unfazed. "Yes, we'll have the pork filet minon with onions with oven baked potatoes. Thank you"

"Your meal will be here shortly." The waiter bowed again, leaving.