#marleys fics

Ever since wilson had moved closer to the hospital, he and house always took a short walk to his apartment. They hung out for a bit, popped a few beers, watched some monster trucks (or a sappy movie depending if house was feeling nice) and wilson would drive house home. it has been a usual routine for them, and it was both functional and practical.

it was early January, or to make things easier per say, fucking freezing. it wasn't snowing, it wouldn't be snowing until nightfall, but god was it cold. they both managed to wrap up warm, wilson forcing house to wear a scarf after being pestered for around an hour. wilson placed on his own scarf, hat, jacket and coat. he reached in his pockets, expecting to find his pair of gloves. yet finding nothing. he groaned, realising hed given them away this morning, so he guessed hed have to live without them. wilson then made his way to houses office, seeing he was already dressed and ready to go. wilson smiled softly, walking besides house to the lobby exit. once out the door, the chilly air hit the two. wilson immediately raised his hands to his face, rubbing them together and blowing into them, trying to warm them up immediately. house started to ramble about his new ducklings, except thirteen, who he actually liked for some reason. wilson quickly gave up on his attempts to warm up, letting his hands fall to his sides. as they walked in a comfortable silence, house slipped his hand into wilsons, interlocking their fingers. wilson felt a flutter in his heart at the gesture, looking down at their hands. but, houses hand was warm, wilson soaked into the feeling, as his hands were like ice. he could feel the roughness of houses calluses from overworking and suddenly felt at ease.

"house.?" wilson mumbled quietly, glancing at house.

house didn't answer, continuing to rant about his day as he subconsciously stroked his thumb over wilsons stone-cold finger. wilson smiled softly, not focusing on houses words, but rather focusing on their hands. how houses were always warm, how wilsons were always cold.