Wilson couldn't help it when his hand reached out, his eyes still fixed on Foreman and House, and pressed the button to roll down his window. Maybe he could hear this, too. Get all the information he could, because he was certain House wouldn't be volunteering much information about it. Wilson could hear House nearly shouting. Nathan whoever-the-fuck-he-is might. Might? Might what? Who the hell was Nathan? Wilson shifted in his seat to bring his head closer to the open window, daring to peek his head out. Foreman seemed just as angry as House. We broke up five years ago! That answered the question of who Nathan was, but whether Nathan had made an appearance, or if House had just rooted into Foreman's past and found something he didn't like, Wilson couldn't tell. He could tell, almost immediately, despite the fact that he didn't quite understand the specifics, that this wasn't good. Not a good situation. House was shoving. Pushing. Of course. Of course he was pushing. Wilson knew the signs of sabotage, knew what it looked like by now when it was leaping off of House and straight at him, and he could see it and hear it in the way House was trying to bait Foreman. Piss him off. Wilson wasn't sure what was really going on between them, but Foreman must have gotten close enough to make House nervous and make that knee-jerk reaction to stifle any possibility of something good kick in. Wilson sighed, feeling the beginnings of anger stirring in his stomach, and punched the car horn to catch House's attention. He could probably stop House from sabotaging whatever this was if he got him in the car fast enough. He shouted to House, drawing his head back inside to wait for him.
When Foreman started charging toward Wilson's car, though, Wilson nearly shrank back, wondering if he was going to have to break up a fight. Foreman looked angry enough to clock House in the face, but somehow Wilson doubted Foreman would create that kind of a scene in public. He never thought he'd see Foreman kissing anyone--House, kissing House--either, but kissing wasn't exactly the same as assault. Wilson nodded when Foreman spoke, taking the keys, congratulating himself for not staring, for managing to wipe the surprise off his face by the time Foreman had gotten close. "You, uh," Wilson started, glancing away from Foreman briefly when House knocked on the passenger window to be let in--Wilson hadn't unlocked the doors yet. "You're sure you don't want to take him home yourself?"
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Date: 2009-04-05 06:14 am (UTC)When Foreman started charging toward Wilson's car, though, Wilson nearly shrank back, wondering if he was going to have to break up a fight. Foreman looked angry enough to clock House in the face, but somehow Wilson doubted Foreman would create that kind of a scene in public. He never thought he'd see Foreman kissing anyone--House, kissing House--either, but kissing wasn't exactly the same as assault. Wilson nodded when Foreman spoke, taking the keys, congratulating himself for not staring, for managing to wipe the surprise off his face by the time Foreman had gotten close. "You, uh," Wilson started, glancing away from Foreman briefly when House knocked on the passenger window to be let in--Wilson hadn't unlocked the doors yet. "You're sure you don't want to take him home yourself?"