Short of planting his elbow in Wilson's face and taking control of the wheel, there was nothing House could do when Wilson shook his head, refusing to pull over, and continued to drive. Drive straight into Foreman's neighborhood. This was exactly the kind of prying that House considered 'too far'. The spying, the lecturing--all of that was almost evidence that Wilson still bothered to give a shit. But this was straying into territory that House kept to himself. Wilson was breaking through the 'DO NOT CROSS' tape, and House found himself backing into a corner. Wilson should know better than to do this. This wouldn't help. House didn't care what kind of intentions Wilson had. This wasn't helping him.
Still, House couldn't help wondering how in the hell Wilson even knew where Foreman lived. It wasn't as though they'd spent any time together. Or maybe Wilson had pulled a stalking mission of his own. Maybe Wilson knew more than he was letting on. House eyed Wilson when he finally stopped the car outside Foreman's building, squinting at him and ignoring all of his questions. "How do you know where Foreman lives?"
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Date: 2009-04-07 08:18 am (UTC)Still, House couldn't help wondering how in the hell Wilson even knew where Foreman lived. It wasn't as though they'd spent any time together. Or maybe Wilson had pulled a stalking mission of his own. Maybe Wilson knew more than he was letting on. House eyed Wilson when he finally stopped the car outside Foreman's building, squinting at him and ignoring all of his questions. "How do you know where Foreman lives?"