"Wilson, I know that I have been, well, like this for many years. I have been pushing and pushing this, um, relationship, for a very long time." House paused.
This cannot possibly be easy for him. But it certainly is true, Wilson thought.
"I never thought that it would actually break one day. But it did. And you left me. I haven't had the most promising life. Being a cripple, drug addiction, and the like. But I've always been able to count on the one thing that I was blessed with to be there. You. But like all good things, I somehow managed to ruin that, too.
My life has barely meant anything to me, and probably nothing to everyone else. Yes, I pretend to be content with everything, to be in control of everything around me. I may have fooled people, but I could never fool myself. My life, my every accomplishment, meant nothing to me without the one thing that I truly cared about being there.
I can understand if you don't believe me. Why should you? For years I have been like this. Why should I suddenly start over? I can only hope with what's left of my heart that you can find it in you to… forgive me."
Wilson stared at House in disbelief. What had he just said? It was so… un-House-like. It wasn't true. House was lying, like he always did. Wilson's brain told him this was the only explanation. But when he looked at House, Wilson knew. He knew House was telling the truth. House had just spilled all his secrets into his lap. HOUSE! House had made himself vulnerable, just for him.
If it hadn't been under such circumstances, Wilson would've been so proud of himself. Instead, he just sat, waiting to see if House was finished. He wanted to hear so much more. He wanted to say so much more.
House spoke again.
"That night… the one with the knife, and the-" House couldn't finish.
"If you mean the night where you stuck that knife in that electric outlet…" Wilson's voice was dry and scornful. He knew he should comfort House, but he couldn't stop himself from sounding angry at the idea of his best friend trying to – almost – kill himself.
House nodded slowly. "You asked… you asked what I'd seen. You know, after the shock."
Was he finally going to tell him? Wilson had spent so many nights trying to guess at what the older doctor had experienced. What secrets lay beyond this material life? Was there really a place where everything was perfect? Oh, Wilson could only hope.
"Well, this is what I saw."