Later that evening:
House was listening to the I Pod Wilson had brought that morning. He became lost in the music and lost in his thoughts. What was he doing? Haven't I been trying to discourage her for the past year? He grew tired and slipped of the ear pieces. He heard the familiar clicking of shoes on the floor. "Good evening Wilson. What did you bring me?" Wilson put the bag on his table. He arranged the items and pushed it in front of the bed. "Hamburger, fries and a chocolate shake – I told them no pickles."
He reached to get a fry – but ended up with a fist full of chocolate shake. "Wilson – you need to tell me where things are on the table." Wilson chuckled and grabbed a towel and wiped off the mess. He moved the fries and arranged the food in the way that he had seen Cameron do. "You look like you need to talk. I'm willing to listen."
House sifted uncomfortably in his bed. "You know Cameron had been here quite a bit." Wilson smiled – he knew what was coming. "She does work here." It took everything for Wilson not to laugh out loud. "You know what I mean, she's been with me."
"What are you getting at House?" Wilson asked, sure that he knew the answer. "I liked it. I like having her around. Is that weird?" Wilson folded his arms and shook his head. At last – the light had come on.
"So what are you going to do about it?" He asked. House though about it. What did he want? Could he do this again – would he it be different. Would she be different?
House just didn't know. "You will have to decide what it is you want. But remember, there is another person in this story. You can get away with what you did the last time. She may not come back this time."
Wilson's words hit home. House knew he was right. "I know, I know." House would have to wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow would change everything once and for all.