House didn't really think for a second that Wilson was going to play dumb; it was practically against his programming. He braced himself for the question he knew was coming, staring out the window and waiting as Wilson started driving. It only took about ten seconds for it to fly out of Wilson's mouth. House barely knew the answer to that question. Somehow an angry surprise-kiss had turned into drunken sex, and had turned into...whatever the fuck was going on now. A breakup. He guessed. Though, to have a breakup, you needed a relationship, and House wasn't sure there had been one of those to begin with. "Pfft, well, you spend all that time together, bickering and pulling pigtails, it's inevitable, right?" House said, as if he was musing about a great philosophical truth, not answering the question and not planning on it.

"Where are we going?" House sat farther up, tried to catch the names of streets, started recognizing landmarks as Wilson drove. They weren't heading back to his apartment, or to Wilson's hotel. They were going in the wrong fucking direction. "Going to show me a good time to take my mind off it? I know you like to take advantage of neediness, but I should tell you I'm really not up for any rebound sex tonight."