He was leaving later than usual but it was still leaving either way. Disentangling himself from the sheets, he glanced over at the young woman who lay on the bed, red hair spilling over her shoulders and pooling around her. She clutched the blanket in one hand, moving to fill the space where he had just been laying himself.
As he picked his way from her bedroom, into the living room and eventually right out the door, Wilson found himself not even wanting to look back anymore. It was probably because he knew that he would never see her again.
They had decided to leave together and it bothered him. Wilson was used to making quiet exits, slipping away under the cloak of the night while his chosen companion for the evening may have still had hope that he would be there in the morning. With this girl it was different though, she knew what he wanted, had heard the rumors at the hospital, and was perfectly fine with it.
"See you later,' she says to him before leaning in and kissing him on the side of the mouth.
Wilson can't help but feel a little cheated for some reason.
"Where are you going?" The girl asks him, eyes never leaving Wilson for a moment.
He continues to dress, wondering why exactly he thought it a good idea to leave early. "I've got to be somewhere," he eventually tells her.
"Oh." She rose, arms coming to wrap around his waist and Wilson realizes that she may be harder to shake than he thought.
Turning his head, he brushes a kiss against her lips. "Goodbye," he whispers before breaking away.
She says that she'll see him later but Wilson doesn't have the heart to tell her that she's wrong.
"Go." Her voice is soft but carried more power than he ever thought possible. Wilson is standing at the door and Jozie is watching from the couch.
The fighting had ended hours ago, leaving only the thick, awkward silence and the scent of a strange perfume to fill the room when neither of them would speak again.
She gives him a few more minutes before she tells him again. "I don't want to do this, James. Just go already."
And Wilson, never being able to refuse her, turns away, picks up his things and walks out the door for the last time.
When Wilson arrives, he's carrying two bags of Chinese and beer. Knocking on the door, he waits a few moments before just letting himself in.
House is sitting on the couch, flipping through channels and he doesn't even bother look up when Wilson drops the bags in front of him.
"Took you long enough," he says while pawing through the bags eventually settling for a container of fried rice that he had known Wilson initially bought for himself.
Wilson shrugs, rolls his eyes and flops down next to him while eying the TV
