Wilson doesn't believe in magic.
He's forty-one, for Christ's sake – he moved past magic in the second grade.
Which isn't to say that he doesn't want to believe in it, of course.
Maybe that's part of why he hangs around House, even.
If the imagination is stretched a very little bit, of course.
Wilson tells himself that he's nobler than having a best friend for a shaky sort of fanciful reason like magic. He likes House because House is… House. Funny, sometimes. Handsome, if you get the right girl to look. Needy, yes, House is needy, but he doesn't need Wilson for anything besides meds. House isn't needy for Wilson like the new Ex Mrs. Wilson 3.0.
It's not like Wilson will ever think of marrying House for all the wrong reasons. Obviously, though, Wilson doesn't know the right ones, or else he would have gotten this 'needy' fetish out of his system by the time his second wife didn't need him anymore.
Maybe magic was a right reason. Hypothetically, of course. Wilson is pretty sure that 'lack of magic' isn't grounds for divorce anymore.
House is magical. That is certain. Wilson has no qualms about saying that much.
Well, thinking it, actually. Quietly.
If House isn't magical, he's psychic. Obviously. Definitely. He can diagnose a skin rash from a mile off. Even if he's guessing, he's right too often to ignore.
And the way he moves his hands is magical.
No – what he does with his hands.
That doesn't sound right, does it? Wilson thinks that one quietly, too.
Just the way he moves. Twirling his cane, playing piano, even the way he held a pill and put it in his mouth…
He has a magician's hands. House would be good as sleight of hand, and probably really is already and is so good that no one's noticed yet.
House is magic.
That isn't the only reason why Wilson is his friend, though, right? He has other reasons. Definitely.
Of course he does.
But if Wilson closes his eyes, he can just see what House might be able to do with his hands.
Maybe not magic, then. Magic is silly. Maybe Wilson doesn't want to believe in magic.
Maybe Wilson wants to believe in possibilities.
Close enough.
Possibilities are silly, too. Of course.
But, maybe…