Wilson sighed at House's non-answer. He might be better off getting details from Foreman--well. No. That didn't seem likely. He'd probably be better off wringing blood from a stone. It did seem like House, though. His constant insults could hide a--Wilson fought down a smile, feeling it twitch at the corner of his lips--a tendresse. The mockery occasionally hid something deeper. Of course, most of the time it hid a deeper mockery, but for those who hung around long enough, they could become one and the same. Wilson certainly wasn't going to judge Foreman on that account. He wouldn't be surprised if Foreman hadn't done something like shoot down one of House's theories, or more simply shoot him with a paintball gun. Either could open House's eyes to a possibility. How it had happened wasn't too difficult to speculate about, and when wasn't really the question either. There were two possibilities: before Foreman had left in the spring or after he came back. If it had been before, then Foreman's leaving would have probably shut House down completely, and he never would have agreed to try again this fall. That left the last month or so since Foreman had come back. Wilson couldn't believe that he'd missed any signs for longer than that, so it had to be that recent.

Wilson shrugged, and made no effort to take a turn that would have brought them back towards House's place. "I have a full tank of gas, House. We could keep driving all night." He was trying not to show how much House's words rocked him. House was practically confessing that he felt needy, and that he thought whatever the hell was going on with Foreman had just come to an abrupt end. Wilson couldn't claim to understand this...relationship...but if House had even tried, that was a step in a positive direction, and Wilson didn't want to see it end. "Since I haven't been plotting your seduction from the moment I saw you kissing Foreman..." Wilson trailed off, still trying to make sense of that image. He couldn't quite remember where his train of thought had been going in the first place. House with a man was different enough, and Wilson didn't know if he wanted to know what that was like, but he was curious. He hadn't thought about Foreman kissing anyone, and now he wondered about...the rest. "Is he...good?" he asked, his face flushing at the stupidity of the question.