090. Home
A House Can Be A Home
Wilson didn't quite know when he'd stopped thinking of House's apartment as just a place to stay while he sorted out his life and started thinking of it as home. He couldn't put his finger on a precise date or time. He sometimes thought it was when House had erased the message on the answering machine.
He'd been angry at first…well, more annoyed really since he rarely got truly angry at House these days. But the annoyance had faded when the implications of that act hit home. He'd assumed House wanted him out as soon as possible but if that were true then why would he delete the message that would enable that to happen? The only logical reason is that House wanted him to stay but, being House, wasn't about to actually say that. So he'd resorted to typical Houseian tactics…thus the deleted message.
That had perhaps been the moment when he'd first starting thinking of House's apartment as home but he knew when it had actually become home.
Because it's hard for a place to be a home when you're still sleeping on the couch.
Wilson propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at the sleeping man illuminated in the early morning light.
This place had become home the night he moved from the couch into House's bed.