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âGet off me.â House grumbled from beneath the pile of blankets he retreated to.
âNo.â Wilson retorted, staying out with his arms around his shoulders and legs wrapped around his torso, effectively doing his best impression of an octopus. Heâd long grown used to Houseâs rough exterior, learned how to read the signs for what they were. He knew that when his boyfriend was in pain, the first thing he did was put up a front of coldness and anger. Somewhat like a porcupine, he thought amusedly, a defense mechanism. Keeping others away was easier, spared him even more pain, so over the years heâd made it into a talent. He supposed he didnât really want to scare Wilson off, but half a lifetime of doing just that was almost impossible to break. So, Wilson learned to just ignore it. He grew immune to his jabs, his vicious words, everything he used to drive others off- he supposed he wasnât really immune, just able to see through it.
âDonât you have some cancer kids you have to hand out death sentences to?â He snapped, wrapping the afghan further around himself. His leg was killing him, white hot bolts of pain shooting throughout his body.
âI have the day off.â Wilson replied nonchalantly, moving one hand up to stroke Houseâs hair. It was wavy and curled up when the humidity outside skyrocketed- and even though it was short at the moment, he still loved running his fingers through it.
House groaned, burying his face further into the pillow on their couch. âI thought you loved me.â He said in a betrayed tone, voice muffled from beneath the fabric.
âI do.â The oncologist reaffirmed, planting a kiss on his head to prove his point. âWhen was your last dose?â He asked lowly, referring to the vicodin.
House finally realizing that James wasnât going anywhere, dropped his facade and leaned against him in resignation. â10 minutes ago.â He said roughly, rubbing at the scar on his thigh in misery.
Wilson winced sympathetically, burying his face in the crook of Houseâs neck. âIâm sorry, bud.â He whispered affectionately, continuing to rub his back and hair, âWanna talk? It can be about anything you want.â
âTalkâ had grown to be a synonym for the process of distraction theyâd often use when vicodin no longer cut it. Initially House had brushed it off as a stupid technique theyâd pull on patients, claiming he was too smart for it to ever work on him. And, maybe he was. But after a while, (and even though heâd never admit it to anyone), he found that divulging in a deep conversation with someone could take his mind off the agony for a bit. But only for a bit. The brief moment of refuge, however, was worth it, and many a nights he found themselves talking. Theyâd hold long, deep, intellectual conversations about anything and everything- patients, work, politics, sports, the news, their lives⌠whatever was interesting at the time. Some nights it would be in bed, after theyâd turned out the light, breathless from kissing.
A small, tiny, almost imperceptible smirk quirked the corner of Houseâs lips. âWhy are you such a minx?â He murmured deeply, laughing against Wilsonâs lips as he pressed them to his in a kiss.
âJust the way I am.â Wilson replied, the tips of their noses still bumping together, âNow, a guy came in the ER today while I was on clinic duty with a snapping turtle latched on his neck, about an inch from his coronary. He was more concerned about saving the damned thing than his own life⌠how would you handle that?â
They talked long after Houseâs pain went away.
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my friend made a fanfic a while back that's really good and really sad, if you're interested. short and bittersweet. give it a read? archiveofourown. org/works/10303823
Will do my friend :)
// Iâm terribly sorry for my absence, I will try harder for all you house fans //

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// Merry Christmas everyone :) //

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// âIt takes away my pain, and it lets me do my job.â //
// Why did they have to take this show off of Netflix... //
Lisa Cuddy in every episode 2x22Â âForeverâ
Oestrogen is too high. No matter how many people you tell otherwise, I am and always have been, a woman. Oestrogen is normal. Not this much. Not for at least anther week. Thatâs when you ovulate. You monitor my periods? Based on when I get bitchy or- Once a month when you leave the kids cancer ward your eyes glisten. About three days later you break your ban on sugar and chow down on a bucket of frozen yoghurt from the cafeteria. Sprinkles included. Based on the last yoghurt sighting youâve got another week before you ovulate. Youâre on fertility meds with red clover as an herbal booster.Â
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// Oh how I miss this show... //
house to cuddy when she tells him to talk to wilson about how he feels about him leaving
television makes me want to be dead
theyâre both unviable i loathe them