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He doesn't notice anything about House except for his smell. He closes his eyes and immerses himself in the sudden warmth of House's presence. He opens his eyes, and House seems as hesitant. None of the confidence heard from outside is present on his face.
"Greg," Wilson whispered.
"Jimmy." That's all it took to break Wilson's control.
Before either of them knew what's happening, Wilson had hugged House. House stumbled backwards, and to Wilson's shock, hugged back.
(The receptionist was still in shock)
House grinned and held him at arms length. "Hey Jimmy. Long time no see."
Wilson grinned back, but couldn't help himself. "I'm sorry Greg, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like that. I love you, more than I loved Amber, and for longer. You're my best friend, and really, that's all I need."
House froze, and then melted and Wilson knew that the weight of his anger must have been heavy for House. He felt so sorry that he'd done that to his best friend.
"Can you forgive me?" he asked House.
House smiled and replied, "Forgiven long time ago."
Wilson was, for the first time in a good long time, happy. He took a moment to observe his friend. There was a lot more grey in his hair, and his face was lined and older. His body was thinner and frailer looking, but all in all the evil glint of insanity was still there in his eyes.
"Seriously, House. Missed you."
"I missed you too."
There was a silence. "Now what?" House interrupted.
Wilson shrugged. "Don't know. Never thought that far ahead." They exchanged grins and House promises to meet Wilson for a movie at his place that night. In the meantime, he can take Wilson for a tour of his hospital. House is proud of something, and that's a good sign.
Wilson completely ignores the issues they must talk about. Amber and his father and his leg and everything. For now, everything's fine, and they're happy.
House put an arm around Wilson's shoulder as he led him outside (receptionist staring). "So, is there an Ex-Mrs. Wilson number 4?"
Wilson whacked him on the shoulder, playfully. Yeah. Things are good.
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Lady Merlin