the reason i think i love hilson so much is that they aren’t what either of them pictured for themselves. house probably thought he’d end up with stacy. wilson definitely thought he’d have the white picket fence with a wife and little wilsons running around, growing old and dying with them all surrounding him with their love.
but at the end of it all… they had their chance. CHANCES. and every time, they blew it. sure, you could say house sabotaged him, but wilson always let him. and there was a reason for that.
the person you want when you’re dying isn’t the person you want when you’re living. because while they were living, they were fooling themselves into believing it wasn’t always going to be them in the end. and once the end confronted them, they dropped the act.
no, they’re not the perfect vision of a healthy relationship, platonic or otherwise. but they’re on equal footing, always. they crave it in each other, and they deserve each other. it’s messy, manipulative, and maybe a tad sadistic at times. but it’s a deeper, realer, more intense love than you see either of them experience in the show. doesn’t matter if it’s romantic, it’s there, it’s shown, it’s written, and it’s true.
it always had to be house and wilson. and they knew it too.
