"You never know what will come in handy," Wilson blurted out, fortunately keeping his face as straight as possible. He didn't know if House would recognize Amber's life philosophy, but he'd had his own occasional need to track House down or keep tabs on his life. Knowing where House's employees lived wouldn't be too far out of the realm of possibility. He hoped. "I guess he didn't move." He glanced over at House, raising his eyebrows as if that statement might help him remember that Foreman had come back. Although he'd bet that House would focus more on the fact that Foreman had been forced back as much as anything. House simply could not see the positive side when he was determined to sulk, and Wilson sighed.

"I...don't understand this," he admitted. "Seriously, House, it's--" Foreman. "Surprising. I didn't see this coming. But you could..." Wilson lifted his hands helplessly and then let them drop back to the steering wheel. "You could break in. And piss him off." He shook his head. House loved pissing Foreman off, and he'd already said something about the sex being even better when Foreman was angry. Maybe this was romance, to them. "It could be a gesture."