House sat in his office, once again throwing his ball at the wall in deep contemplation. Like the previous night, Cameron had left by the time he managed to drag himself out of bed but unlike the night before, he had been awake as she left.

"Where are you going?" House grumbled as he felt his arm being removed from its place around Cameron's waist. Cameron turned to face him, slightly surprised that he was awake.

"I need to go back to my apartment, get ready for work. Some of us actually turn up on time you know" she replied, taking in the image of her ex-boss lying amongst the covers, eyes still closed and hair sticking up in random places. House grumbled something incomprehensible before pulling the covers tighter around him.

"Make coffee" he added. Cameron rolled up her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Already on it" she replied, making her way out of the room, hesitating at the door and turning to take in House's figure once again. Letting out a small sigh she turned back and made her way to the kitchen. She was still none the wiser about what was going on between the two of them but knew it wasn't wise to approach the subject just yet. Making quick work of the coffee, she left the apartment and went about her daily routine.

"We have a case"

House caught the grey-red ball in his hands and looked at the intruder who interrupted his musings.

"And you're telling me this why?" he asked, taking amusement from watching the confusion that played on his fellows' face.

"Well I just thought, you know, that you'd want to know, seeing it's your job and everything"

House rolled up his eyes. "Blinds shut means daddy doesn't want to be disturbed. Go do whatever tests you see fit and come back when the patient is dying" he dismissed, his attention going back to throwing his ball against the wall. He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard his door open again. He knew he should've locked the thing. Glancing over, he stopped throwing the ball and leant back in his chair, watching, hawk-like, as his once best friend walked closer to his desk.

"Kutner said you were brooding" Wilson spoke, his arms crossed in front of his chest. House let out an amused exhale of breath.

"You'd like that wouldn't you. You just couldn't resist seeing if the great doctor House was feeling sorry for himself after his best friend ditched him" House replied sarcastically "Well I have news for you, not everyone feels sorry for poor doctor Wilson. Some think he should stop basking in the sympathy and actually get over it"

Wilson made no outward sign that his comments got to him and shifted his position slightly. "Actually I just came over to tell you to stop messing with Cameron"

"Why? You have the hots for her? Thinking of making her the next Mrs Wilson? She's damaged enough, you get to have your fix for needy women."

"Just shut the fuck up House!" Wilson interrupted, his anger and irritation plain to see. "This is all a game for you isn't it? You really don't give a damn about what effect you're having. Cameron is vulnerable right now, her split with Chase is hurting her more than she's letting on and now you're going around playing with her emotions. I am not going to let her get hurt by you, not again."

"Right, because I've never had my trust broken before, I don't know what it's like to have my feelings exposed and then torn to pieces, I don't know what it's like to deal with pain. I'm just a liability, not able to talk to anyone without breaking them." House replied bitterly.

"That's not what I'm saying"

"I didn't know I had to run my life by you so you can approve, must've missed that notice. And anyway, why do you care what I do or not do? You made it pretty clear that you don't want anything to do with me, so why don't you go shove you concern back in Oncology where it belongs."

Wilson stared at the other doctor for a moment. His blue eyes were burning with an intensity that he rarely saw. The array of emotions present surprised him. Regret, guilt, anger, hurt...It only then dawned on him why he seemed unusually vulnerable in his emotions.

"You like her. You've fallen for her" he stated. House remained silent giving Wilson the answer he needed. "This is good House, really good." A smile gracing his boyish face for the first time since he entered the room.

"You've changed your tune" House answered, his eyes now focussing on a mark on the carpet beside Wilson's feet.

"I thought you were just playing with her, that this was just a game for you to pass the time, I didn't think you felt anything." Wilson admitted.

"Yeah well, don't go making a big thing about it" House grumbled, getting uncomfortable by the change of conversation.

"So what's going on? Have you told her?" Wilson asked.

"I don't know what I'm doing damn it" House exclaimed, his eyes snapping back to Wilson's, annoyed that he had been so careless in letting his guard down. "I'm not meant to feel like this" He sighed, running his hand through his thinning hair.

"Tell her" Wilson encouraged "It could be good for you, good for both of you. Think about it at least" he added before turning to leave House to his thoughts, aware that he had put his usual guard up again and that he wouldn't get anything else from him.

"Wilson" House called out as he reached the door. Wilson turned around not sure what to expect. "Good to have you back" House said. Wilson smiled and gave him a brief nod before leaving. House stared at the door for a moment before also letting a small smile grace his rugged features. Neither were ones for big flowery apologies when it came to their friendship. An apology was just words, most of the time meaningless. Actions were far more effective and both could see plainly how much the other still cared in their...discussion. House sighed and leant back in his chair until he was looking at the ceiling. Now he just had the issue of Cameron to sort out.