They stayed together unmoving as their bodies cooled and their heart rates returned to normal. House rolled onto his back and waited patiently for Wilson to begin processing what had just happened between them. He was relieved that Wilson hadn't run screaming from the bed in revulsion immediately afterwards. It certainly made things less awkward, for himself anyway. House didn't feel any differently toward Wilson, but he knew that Wilson was a much more emotional person and would tie himself into knots trying to figure out if there was some deeper meaning to the experience.
And so he waited.
Wilson lay on his side unmoving. He watched House roll over onto his back, his eyes closed, his face relaxed yet impassive. Wilson's brain struggled to make sense of things, wondering if their friendship was about to change forever. There were so many questions he wanted to ask.
And thus began the process.
House could feel Wilson's eyes boring into him, could practically hear the questions in Wilson's brain trying to get out. He opened one eye, turning his head slightly to read Wilson's face. His best friend was like an open book, still looking a bit shell-shocked, the endless questions visible in his eyes. House sighed.
"What?" he said gruffly.
Wilson flinched ever so slightly. House made a mental note to tone it down a notch and waited for Wilson to ask his questions.
"That was...where did you…?" Wilson was still speaking in incomplete sentences as his brain continued its struggle for rational thought.
House shrugged, turning his face back to the ceiling. He felt no need or desire to explain himself. It was what it was.
Wilson watched as House stared up at the ceiling, his facial expression remaining impassive as he shrugged. He waited, knowing that House was unlikely to expound on the shrug. Resigning himself to getting none of his questions answered, Wilson drifted to sleep as dawn began to lighten the sky.