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The more he thought about it the more Wilson couldn't believe he was ever mad at House. It was clear that the older man truly did care. However, this new "adult" mentality he'd taken on worried Wilson more then he cared to admit.
"Why now?" This question continued to ring through his ears as the oncologist walked through the conference room door. Thankfully, the room was empty apart from House who stood with his back towards James.
"Something on your mind, Jimmy?"
Not having said anything, Wilson was perplexed as to how House could have possibly known he was there. Turning around to face his friend the department head arched an eyebrow while greeting the confused glare with a smirk.
"How did you….?"
"Well, its almost noon and that's usually when you want to go to lunch. So come on, let's go."
Heading towards the door, House stopped in mid step at the sight of Wilson sitting with his head in hand. Looking up at the ceiling for a moment the diagnostician sent a silent prayer to a higher power hoping this would go well.
"What's wrong?"
At this question, Wilson met House's gaze while shrugging to himself. In truth, he really didn't know but there were some questions to ask. Remaining silent for a moment, the younger doctor took a good look at his friend.
"You look pale, are the new meds working?"
Nodding his head at this question House tapped his cane while sighing to himself. "All too well, it takes sometime to get used to the new stuff though."
This being said, House limped slowly over to the couch while having a seat next to his friend. Something seemed to be bothering Wilson but it wasn't clear what that something was.
"How bout you? Everything okay?"
Wilson appreciated the concern but it really wasn't necessary. Getting up from the couch James gestured to the door. "Everything's fine, let's go eat."
As they walked down to the elevator House watched Wilson with every step. Clearly something had to be filling his with concern but how to approach him? Normally, berating Wilson with questions and analytical banter would have been very sufficient but things had changed, House had changed. Before getting out onto the main floor, House blocked the entrance with his cane which earned him a glare.
"What?"
"You tell me."
Crossing his arms over chest, House waited for an answer clearly confused. Wilson wasn't about to go into detail those days were long gone but, he couldn't forget the fact that they were still best friends.
"(Sigh) Fine, I've started seeing a psychiatrist."
That made sense, it was only natural for Wilson to seek help and guidance. Then, a thought struck House that nearly sent him crashing down to the floor.
"And?"
"And, she want's to meet you."
The reality of the situation sank in while the two exited the elevator and continued down to the cafeteria.
It hadn't surprised Wilson that House had remained silent. What had surprised the oncologist was that which was said just as they were sitting down.
"Okay………I'll do it."
There wasn't a trace of sarcasm in House's voice which stunned Wilson.
"Really?"
"Yeah, but if she start's making me read ink blots I'm out of there."
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