As the afternoon rolled on, the three made themselves comfortable in the living room but not without the constant knowledge that House had kept a firm grasp upon his thigh the entire time they were talking. Finally, the obvious got to be too much and Wilson had to say something to break the tension.

"Alright House. Come on out with it. What's going on?"

At this question, House arched an eye brow and smirked to himself while shooting a coy glance to each one of his friends.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me Jimmy. You and Cuddy have been starring at each other for hours. Now, either you only have eyes for her or there's something else going on that you don't want me to know about. Either way, you should tell me now before someone loses an eye."

Instead of going with her first instinct to deny these allegations, Wilson sighed to himself while having a seat next to House on the piano bench.

From her position on the couch, Cuddy eyed her two friends warily before getting up and putting on her coat.

"This is really a conversation that should be kept private. I'll see you later."

Having said this, the dean of medicine made her exit in a vein attempt to avoid taking part in the chaos that was sure to ensue in her absence. As soon as Lisa had left, House couldn't help but smirk to himself while taking the opportunity to make a joke.

"I don't think she likes us anymore."

"Or at least one of us."

Even though this comment hinted at levity the tone wasn't there. Wilson had tried to make this easy, tried to do what he had always done when it came to House. He had to be the enabler, but he just couldn't do that anymore. Now, the truth would have to come out and there was no going back.

"House-."

"This is bad isn't it?"

"Yes."

Of all times for House not be a mind reader, Wilson thought to himself. However, in this case maybe the power of perceptiveness would work in his favor? Hopefully.

"Wilson, I can't stand the silent treatment. Whatever it is that you have to say, tell me now so we can get on with our lives okay?"

It wouldn't be that easy and Wilson knew it. He only wished he didn't have to be the one to give this news especially, when it was his best friend who had to hear it. After several more minutes of silence, House was getting stir crazy so he decided to take it upon himself to ease the tension.

"Okay, I have an idea. On the count of three, we say what's on our minds, deal? It's a little childish and stupid sure, but it beats playing mind games for the next twenty minutes."

"Fine."

"Fine. 1...2...3.

"I'm going in for surgery."

"I've getting married again."

"What?"

(Another short chapter. I know, but there is a method to my madness even though you can't see it. As always please read and review and more to come soon.)