Drabble 33: You and I

Wilson was packing up the last of his pens, throwing them into a box. He had loaded most of his car that afternoon with the office's contents.

House stood at his doorway, looking more miserable than usual. He remembered all their times together, all the stupid jokes and serious talks. "I wish you wouldn't go," House would not cry.

Wilson looked up, a loving grace behind his eyes. "Me too," he took the last box. House and he hugged politely, and then were bawling into each other's shoulders.

"I'll miss you, Jimmy."

House never cried again from that moment on.

Fin.