The movers waited for Wilson to let them know the bedroom was ready. Walking softly down the hall, he found House perched uneasily on the edge of the bed. His knuckles were white with the pressure House was exerting on his cane's handle.
"They're ready," he said from the doorway. House nodded. He looked around the room; he wasn't quite ready yet.
"You know when I was little, my mother used to let me in their room sometimes when my dad was away. I used to curl up on the bed and wish he'd never come home," House said. Wilson said nothing. House rarely spoke candidly and Wilson almost didn't breath, in case the noise should roust him from this reverie. He needn't have bothered. House stood and limped out. When he was two steps past Wilson he stopped. Wilson waited, his sixth sense telling him House had more to reveal. "I'd put up with him another twenty years if it meant she'd come home too."
At House's request, Wilson had driven them to the cemetery one last time before they began their trip home. Wilson waited in the car as he watched House limp his way through the mud to the two fresh mounds of dirt. He stood there a long time without moving, long enough that Wilson actually became concerned about his leg giving out on him. Just when Wilson was about ready to get out of the car, he saw House reach into the pocket of his blazer and pull out a familiar brown bottle. The action was so normal, so intrinsically House that Wilson almost looked away. That sixth sense tingled again, though, and Wilson watched in something like awe when House bent over and placed the bottle at the base of his mother's headstone.
House turned abruptly and walked back to the car. He eased into the passenger seat and closed the door. Resting his head against the closed window, he spoke quietly. They were words that Wilson had hoped to hear from his a thousand times.
"We've got a long road ahead of us," House said. Wilson knew he didn't just mean the drive and he sincerely hoped that House was serious this time.
"We'll manage," Wilson said as he put the car in gear and began to drive out of the cemetery.