Drabble 16: Symphony
The quick fingers played across ivory-colored keys of a piano. The tune was devilishly fast and complicated. House was showing the ambiance all over his face, smiling at Wilson. His friend stood, watching the music issue from the crafty fingers.
Once House was done, Wilson clapped, pleased. "That's amazing. Who taught you?"
House simply shrugged, eyeing James. "Will we be friends forever?" he suddenly asked.
Wilson nodded. "Of course. Why?"
"It just makes me feel fuzzy and warm inside." House responded, letting himself smirk proudly.
"I love you too, House," Wilson yawned and left a very flushed Gregory House behind.
Fin.
