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A/N: Ahoy, everyone! I just got the first two seasons of House on dvd, and have thus been watching them non-stop... so how could I not write a HouseWilson fic? My first drabble, and my first in this fandom, so please be kind )
Proof
House never needed Wilson to prove that he loves him.
It's proven by each of his friend's failed relationships, which invariably end with him on Greg's couch, drinking until he is drunk enough to pretend to let his shoulder slip against his, though they both know it should take more than a beer or two. Proven by the way he complains when House steals his food, but smiles when he tells him it tastes like crap anyway. House has never needed proof, but he worries Wilson does, so in his own way he gives it to him.
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Wilson never needed House to prove that he loves him. But he does it anyway.
"I would've forgiven you. If it'd been you instead of Stacy. Who decided about my leg." House speaks gruffly in the dark to the weight of the man next to him, who shares his bed due to the current unoccupiable quality of his couch, and perhaps for other reasons than that, too. He isn't drunk and not even shoulders are safe, so they do not touch, and he almost gives up and falls asleep before Wilson answers.
"I know." And he does.