Drabble 70: Bruised Hearts
House really missed him. He tried to hide it in his memory somewhere, that he had ever felt a twinge of humanly emotion. Though Cameron or Stacy's warm bodies press against his in the morning, it's not the same.
He's blast the Backstreet Boys some nights and remember how they used to dance and sing to the silly, teenage music. A small smile appeared on House's face. Nostalgia took the need of Vicodin from his mind. There was no pain in those dark, warm eyes.
Dark, warm eyes; what an oxymoron. Just like a cold sun.
House really missed Wilson.
Fin.
