049. Writer's Choice – Rain
Knowing
House stood out on the balcony and let the rain soak into his clothes. His hands were clenched around the handle of his cane and his face was turned up into the torrent of water, his eyes closed. He heard the door open behind him and tensed slightly.
"She died."
He relaxed at the sound of Wilson's voice and nodded.
"It happens. Isn't that what you're always telling me?"
"It shouldn't have," House growled.
"You can't save them all," Wilson said wearily. "No one can. Besides, I thought you didn't care."
House snorted. "I thought you didn't believe that."
"No, that's Cameron," Wilson replied and House could hear the smile in his voice.
"You think I'm a cold-hearted bastard."
"No, that's Foreman," Wilson replied, the amusement more obvious in his voice now.
That dragged a small smile out of House and he turned his head just enough to look at his friend. "So what's Chase think about me then?"
"Chase's thoughts are a scary place that I don't want to go near," Wilson said, his eyes gleaming with humour.
"I'll tell him you said that," House said, feeling a little more like himself again.
"He won't believe you," Wilson said airily. "After all, you're the bastard around here. I'm the nice guy."
House snorted again and started limping towards the door. "Shows what they know."
"Hey," Wilson protested but there wasn't any heat in it. Instead he stood back and let House inside, presenting him with the towel that was lying on the desk when he got inside.
House snickered and gave Wilson a sly look. "They don't know you like I do."
Wilson shrugged and smiled ruefully. "That's true enough."