Wilson walked into House's office. House was sitting in his chair, looking through the transparent walls at his whiteboard. It had symptoms up and down and back and front of it. House occasionally bounced his large tennis ball against the wall he faced, thinking.

Wilson said, "I know that you're not listening, but I have to say this. I love you, I have always loved, and I am willing to give up everything for you. I know that you love me in your backwards way, but you have no concept of sacrificing for love or even equivalent exchange."

House looked at Wilson, silently.

"You're a petulant bastard. You're mean because you can be and, the very instant that someone is mean back at you, you declare yourself the victim and set yourself up as a martyr at your own altar."

House sighed and dropped the ball to the floor. "Well?"

Wilson dropped his face into his hands. "I'm going to go back to my office and wait for you to magically grow a conscience, I guess."

House grabbed his cane and limped toward him. "You don't really want me to change. You said yourself that you love me."

Wilson groaned. "I want you to change. You just don't want to change, so you're not going to and I just hope that tomorrow is a new day."

House clapped him on the shoulder. "Glad you've got that straightened out."

Wilson rubbed his eyes. "I'll be back in an hour or so."

"See you later, honey!" House chirped happily.

Cameron, Foreman, and Chase stood in the conference room, waiting to start the differential diagnosis for the case.

Chase said, "And Wilson's just said 'You just don't want to change, so you're not going to and I just hope that tomorrow is a new day.'"

"You can read lips?" Cameron asked absentmindedly.

"Nah. He just comes in and makes the same speech every hour or so."

Foreman shook his head. "Whatever makes the relationship work goes, I guess. It's already a miracle."

House didn't come in for five minutes more. When he was done thinking whatever he was thinking, he walked through the doors.

Instead of beginning, Chase asked, "You know, maybe this time you really should change. The speeches are getting more frequent."

House grinned, but it looked painful. "Hey, whatever works, works. Never question His plan."

Foreman shrugged. "It'll work right up until it breaks, you idiot."

"Then we'll find a new plan. Let's get a move on already, there's someone dying. Have you people no souls?"

It would work, for now. After that...is for the future. But whatever they did, it would work, too. Something always did.