This is just some random drabble that wouldn't go away until I wrote it. I hope you like it.
By the way, I don't own any of the characters.
And now that we got that clear, let's start with the story.
Italics- Wilson's thoughts
"…Wilson…"
Why do I keep having those dreams where all that matters is him holding me in his arms?
Why his voice suddenly doesn't seem like everyone else's, and it has become special?
Why being in the same room with him has become so difficult?
Why, of all people, is THIS happening to me?
"…Wilson…"
Should I tell him?
What if I end up like an idiot in front of him?
Of course I'm not telling him... yet
"…Jimmy…"
Oh, don't be so coward! But… What if I tell him and he doesn't like me anymore?
What if he feels disgusted and wants to get away from me?
House threw his ball at Wilson, which got him out of his thoughts and back into his office.
"Huh?"
"I said: what do you think of that?" Said House, speaking loud and slow.
"What are you talking about?" Wilson couldn't be more confused.
House's piercing blue eyes met Wilson's and, for a second, the oncologist saw something different in his friend's eyes.
It wasn't anger. It wasn't sadness. It wasn't happiness either. It was something more. It was something like… affection… no… it was stronger… maybe love? Yes… that could be.
"Never mind. Wanna go for lunch?"
Wilson smiled. Maybe he had more chances than he had expected.
There.
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