House and Wilson's relationship in fifty sentences. Mostly friendship but some are definitely implied slash.
No matter how much they fought, House was sure of one thing: Wilson would always stick around.
"You're real jackass," Wilson commented without malice, and House knew he'd found someone amazing.
"Let's go skydiving; we're not going to be young forever," House said one day, and Wilson had to smile.
House wasn't a camera person, so Wilson kept the one picture he had of House flashing him a rare grin underneath his mattress.
It was kind of annoying, but whenever Wilson began, "Remember when..." House felt special.
Really, who could resist putting itching powder in Wilson's underwear drawer?
Sometimes House swore he actually had a Wilson-radar.
Wilson rarely lost it, but when he did, House couldn't help but laugh at him and somehow that made it a little better.
"What the hell are you blinking at," Wilson demanded, and House replied sweetly, "Your tie- it's making me dizzy."
Even though he'd tripped backwards and fallen on his ass, Wilson couldn't stop his laughter at the House-shaped cloud he spotted in the sky as he was flying through the air.
The only time Wilson ever snuck up behind House he'd gotten a cane in the nose... lesson learned.
Through marriage after unsuccessful marriage, House made sure Wilson's feet stayed on the ground.
Wilson was the one that made House give in.
House analyzed for days after a weird feeling crept over him when Wilson gave him a different smile one day.
Wilson demonstrated a perfect example of 'above and beyond'.
Wilson wanted to watch some stupid reality show and House wanted to watch porn... a wrestling match ensued.
Wilson felt satisfied at the delight in House's eyes as he gazed at the box of popsicles Wilson had gotten him.
Wilson hated thunderstorms, but with House around he hated them a little less.
House caught himself staring when Wilson stretched, all graceful and cat-like.
House loved sneaking stuff into Wilson's coffee.
Their relationship was twisted, seriously fucked up, but it was enough for them.
The cherry lollipop made Wilson's lips look red and entirely too kissable for House's own good.
"She could have fired you," Wilson reprimanded when House scowled at the dangerously high stack of patient files on the clinic counter.
After way too many beers, passing out abruptly into House's lap seemed like the natural thing to do.
"It's cement, Wilson, you can't just kick it and expect to get away with it."
Wilson was constantly wary of what House didn't say.
The obvious stress in Wilson's eyes told House it was time for a road trip.
House's grip left marks on Wilson's arm as Tritter drove by, and he didn't let go until the car was far gone.
Catching sight of Wilson's red-rimmed, puffy eyes, House left him alone in the office.
House's presence made losing Amber bearable.
House very nearly jumped out of his seat when Wilson leaned over and hissed Cuddy's poker hand in his ear.
"Are you going to stand there all night or open the door 'cause I can see you lurking, Wilson."
Wilson's first words to House after the infarction were "Not leaving".
Who played spin the bottle with one other person on New Year's Eve?
Topping House's head off with a Santa hat was hysterical.
Wilson didn't live there, yet House's apartment felt like home.
Sometimes "sorry" didn't cut it.
Nobody could read House's expression if House didn't want his expression read.
"Your tie sucks," House said bluntly, and when he smoothly slipped his fingers under the knot to pull it off, Wilson's stomach kind of pulled.
Wilson glued the pieces of House back together after Stacy left.
"We're not together," Wilson corrected the little old lady, and rolled his eyes at House's, "But honey-"
Everyone tiptoed around House like he was a ticking time bomb until the doctor finally got Wilson stabilized.
Wilson secretly thought the rims perched on House's nose looked adorable.
"You've been kinda tilty since Wilson left for his conference," Cuddy informed House, and it sorta made sense.
Suddenly they were pushing sixty, and it was okay that everything was still the same.
Even when Wilson played Judas, House couldn't hate him.
Wilson stayed awake all night because the pillow smelled like House.
It didn't matter what Wilson said, House still saw faces in the moon- sometimes it was Wilson's.
Just to see what the look on House's face would be, Wilson catcalled as House approached the podium in his new suit and tie.
Wilson would never forgive me, House thought, and heaved the pill bottle into the flames.