Wilson raised his eyebrows. "If you weren't thinking with your dick..." he said, and trailed off intentionally, wondering if House even heard what he was saying. Yes, House was deflecting, but he was doing it by implying that he was with Foreman for some reason other than the apparently fantastic sex. House could be lying, but if the sex had been awful, why would he be upset that it was over? And if the sex was the only thing keeping them together, then why would House care about 'Nathan', enough to be yelling at Foreman in the streets about him? Every word House said only served to convince Wilson that he'd been right the first time, as unbelievable as it sounded. House...cared. For Foreman. And as soon as House had realized that, he'd tried to wriggle out of it in the best way he knew: by getting Foreman angry enough to leave him first.
Taking another turn, this time with a destination in mind, Wilson tamped down his flustered response to House calling out his lie. He wanted to keep House in the car to answer his questions, and to find out exactly what had happened tonight. There might be some way he could help, and as far as he was concerned, the best method was to throw House back into Foreman's company. He wouldn't know how, though, without a little more information. And that meant lying, and the best lies were the truth. "The consent forms for my Phase Two clinical trial," he said. He slanted an exasperated look at House. "I didn't have them earlier and I was going to wait until Monday, but since I got dragged out tonight anyway..." The fact was that he'd been distracted by thoughts of his date with Amber, so he'd given up working this afternoon when, otherwise, he probably would have gone back to the hospital to get the forms. He didn't have much else to do with his weekends. This way he'd have them for tomorrow, and get a head start on the next week's work.
And, to complete the lie, Wilson plunged in to another distraction. "Does this mean that we have to adjust the nurses' standings?" he asked, frowning in concern. "Because if you've been holding out on me, then that Cardiology nurse with the--" Wilson gave half a nod, eyes widened, a gesture well-understood between the two of them, "--might not be the most doable in the hospital." Wilson sighed in disappointment. April Petersen had the most amazing breasts he had the privilege to see in low-cut scrubs on a near-daily basis. She'd always be number one on his list, but he supposed as a supportive friend he'd now have to add male nurses to the roster. It was...weird.
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Taking another turn, this time with a destination in mind, Wilson tamped down his flustered response to House calling out his lie. He wanted to keep House in the car to answer his questions, and to find out exactly what had happened tonight. There might be some way he could help, and as far as he was concerned, the best method was to throw House back into Foreman's company. He wouldn't know how, though, without a little more information. And that meant lying, and the best lies were the truth. "The consent forms for my Phase Two clinical trial," he said. He slanted an exasperated look at House. "I didn't have them earlier and I was going to wait until Monday, but since I got dragged out tonight anyway..." The fact was that he'd been distracted by thoughts of his date with Amber, so he'd given up working this afternoon when, otherwise, he probably would have gone back to the hospital to get the forms. He didn't have much else to do with his weekends. This way he'd have them for tomorrow, and get a head start on the next week's work.
And, to complete the lie, Wilson plunged in to another distraction. "Does this mean that we have to adjust the nurses' standings?" he asked, frowning in concern. "Because if you've been holding out on me, then that Cardiology nurse with the--" Wilson gave half a nod, eyes widened, a gesture well-understood between the two of them, "--might not be the most doable in the hospital." Wilson sighed in disappointment. April Petersen had the most amazing breasts he had the privilege to see in low-cut scrubs on a near-daily basis. She'd always be number one on his list, but he supposed as a supportive friend he'd now have to add male nurses to the roster. It was...weird.