Wilson rolled his eyes when House started in with the details again. He felt sufficiently scarred by the idea of House having sex--with a man, with Foreman--and he didn't need even more mental images to fight off. "Would you stop?" he said. All he was really learning was that House had been having a better few weeks than he had. Two dates and a few kisses really couldn't compare to House's recitation. He squirmed again, focusing on April Petersen's breasts as if they might save him. "I'm sure your prostate thanks you, so it doesn't make any sense that you're trying to end this..." Whatever it was. "Relationship," Wilson finished, hoping it had actually gotten that far.
He shook his head at House's demand that he stop. House had figured out that he wasn't heading for the hospital. Playing clueless had gotten them close, but not quite close enough. Wilson only knew this neighbourhood because Amber had driven him through it on their first date a few days ago. She'd been showing him 'her Princeton', and she'd nodded at a modern brownstone, tossing off a casual, "And that's where Foreman lives. Boring apartments, and so trendy. Exactly his type."
Wilson had gaped at her. "How do you know where Foreman lives?"
Amber shook her head and turned to smile brilliantly at him. "You never know what will come in handy."
Wilson blinked, considered bringing up the subject of privacy, and settled back against the passenger seat instead, grinning to himself. Somehow he hadn't been surprised when, at the end of their night, Amber had not only driven confidently into the driveway of his hotel, but had given him a half-flirtatious, half-businesslike peck on the lips before sending him on his way.
Going out with her had definitely been the better part of this evening. Saving House from his own stupid, unnecessary stubbornness was less productive and less rewarding. Still, Wilson wasn't going to just give up when he'd already gotten this close.
He eased into Foreman's neighbourhood, trying to remember the exact street, but he didn't slow down. House wasn't going to leap from a moving vehicle; he might not want to see Foreman, but Wilson wasn't forcing that on him. He only wanted to give House the opportunity. "House, is there some reason you're trying to sabotage this?" he asked. He'd found the right street, and he pulled up in front of the building Amber had pointed out, putting the car in park and turning off the engine. "What the hell happened tonight?"
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Date: 2009-04-07 04:54 am (UTC)He shook his head at House's demand that he stop. House had figured out that he wasn't heading for the hospital. Playing clueless had gotten them close, but not quite close enough. Wilson only knew this neighbourhood because Amber had driven him through it on their first date a few days ago. She'd been showing him 'her Princeton', and she'd nodded at a modern brownstone, tossing off a casual, "And that's where Foreman lives. Boring apartments, and so trendy. Exactly his type."
Wilson had gaped at her. "How do you know where Foreman lives?"
Amber shook her head and turned to smile brilliantly at him. "You never know what will come in handy."
Wilson blinked, considered bringing up the subject of privacy, and settled back against the passenger seat instead, grinning to himself. Somehow he hadn't been surprised when, at the end of their night, Amber had not only driven confidently into the driveway of his hotel, but had given him a half-flirtatious, half-businesslike peck on the lips before sending him on his way.
Going out with her had definitely been the better part of this evening. Saving House from his own stupid, unnecessary stubbornness was less productive and less rewarding. Still, Wilson wasn't going to just give up when he'd already gotten this close.
He eased into Foreman's neighbourhood, trying to remember the exact street, but he didn't slow down. House wasn't going to leap from a moving vehicle; he might not want to see Foreman, but Wilson wasn't forcing that on him. He only wanted to give House the opportunity. "House, is there some reason you're trying to sabotage this?" he asked. He'd found the right street, and he pulled up in front of the building Amber had pointed out, putting the car in park and turning off the engine. "What the hell happened tonight?"