"Everything was gone. There was nothing. Except for me. Cliché, I know." House smiled sadly. Wilson could not believe House was finally telling him this. House was opening up to him. Wilson had never been so happy in his life.
"But…" House trailed off again. His eyes were sad. Genuinely sad. A sight uncommon in House.
"My leg, it didn't hurt. Nothing hurt. I felt… good. There was no weight. All material things didn't matter anymore. It was just me. But then…"
Please, please just tell me House! Wilson tried to stop from blurting it out. Patience, have patience.
"Then you were there. I don't know how, or why. But you were just… there. Just you and me. Everything was perfect. I mean, there wasn't much there to BE perfect, but whatever.
We never spoke. You smiled. You smiled that infamous smile of yours. And then you laughed. It was then that I finally figured it out. I knew.
I love you, Wilson."