Wilson has stood outside his best friend's apartment for the past twenty minutes. He's prepared a speech and has been repeating the lines over and over countless times. Why was this so important? Plain and simple. He was going to confess his most sincere feelings to House, whether House was ready or not. Truth was, Wilson wasn't ready either. The only reason he decided to say this now was because earlier that day, House told Wilson that Wilson was indeed the apple of House's eye. Without waiting for any kind of response, House turned around and left Wilson standing in his office, dumbfounded.

So there he was, right outside House's door, ready (or not) to barge in and tell House that he's been in love with him for years. But what was stopping him? Perhaps it was the fact that Amber was back at Wilson's apartment, waiting for him in his bed. Maybe House suddenly felt lonely because he hasn't been in a relationship in a very long time. Wilson pondered many things. He remembered the first time they had sex.


"No wait.. Why do YOU get to be on top?"

"Oh come on. Are you going to tell me that you, Mr. Look At My Luscious Locks is just predisposed for dominance?" House scoffed, "Please Wilson, spare me."

Wilson pretended to have a hurt look on his face. "Fine. Have it your way." Wilson's frown became a smug smirk, "But then I guess you won't have any homemade blueberry muffins in the morning."

House immediately responded, "Okay. I top this time, you top round two. Fair?"

Wilson happily agreed.


That was three years ago when both of them had fallen into a rhythm of seemingly meaningless sex. Wilson suddenly snapped back to reality when he heard a shout from the other side of the door.

"Get out of the cold and come in already!"

Wilson was momentarily paralyzed but returned to normal a second later. He took out his keys and opened the door. Upon entering, Wilson saw House sprawled out on the couch watching an old re-run of E.R. Wilson quietly took off his coat and shoes and proceeded to move House's feet off one end of the couch to make room to sit down. He turned to House and looked at this face. His face was emotionless and seemingly engrossed in the television program. 'Well, it's now or never..' Wilson thought.


House doesn't respond.

"House." Wilson says a little louder.

Still, no change in expression, no reaction.


"What is it Wilson?" House responded angrily. Wilson couldn't help but smile inwardly at House's frustrated face.

"We need to talk. About earlier."

House let out an exaggerated sigh. "Do we really? I mean, I thought the message was pretty clear."

"Stop dancing around it House. It won't get you anywhere." Wilson shifted in his seat to look at House straight in his eyes. House looked away as their eyes met. "If you didn't mean it, just tell me right now because I don't want to waste any of your precious TV time."

House winced at the seriousness in Wilson's voice. Wilson sighed at House's silence and stood from the couch. As he started to leave, House spoke up.

"I meant it."

Wilson stopped in his tracks. House got up and wobbled to Wilson until Wilson could feel House's breath on his neck.

"I said it because it's true. Not because I'm lonely or because you're with Amber. But I realized long ago that you never felt like that. I'm sorry that I ruined our friendship."

House turned around and went into the bedroom.

And Wilson, like the great friend he is, turned around and ran after House to reassure him otherwise. It's safe to say that Amber slept alone that night.