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Saturday Evening - In the Park

Closing up the Clinic after he finished up with the last of his work, Wilson clipped MegaPage onto his hip and after a little contemplation he headed out to go for a walk. House had succeeded in sneaking in on the oncologist and Wilson hadn't realized his lover had been quietly watching him for a bit though that simply spoke to how comfortable he was with House being in his personal space.

It had always felt right having House close, it had always felt as natural as breathing and that had been part of what had driven Wilson out here to Fandom when his life had been torn apart around him. He needed House's quiet strength and the unconditional comfort he gained from the older man, just by being near. Even if they hadn't taken that final step to becoming lovers, coming here...coming to House was the only decision Wilson could make.

Still, the younger doctor had a lot on his mind. They say that the greatest hell any parent can know is to outlive their child and even though he knew all the arguments, scientific, political, religious regarding the status of life, he couldn't help feeling that loss in at every level of his psyche. Maybe it was because of all the other losses... the string of terminal cancer patients, the cusp of total burn out, all of it...Wilson wasn't entirely sure and part of that was why he was out walking.

Walking, thinking...trying to decide what lay ahead, trying to make sense of what had come before. The black leather jacket was pulled close around his body and eventually, he sat down on a bench, long legs sprawled out in front of him, eyes turned up towards the stars. He was dressed warmly enough to keep out the autumn chill, could smell the wood smoke, could hear the sounds of the town...a little busier it seemed due to the weekend, all of it reminded him of how life kept spinning along, reminded him that he couldn't stay still forever...but maybe just for a little while longer, surely he could be allowed to heal for a little while longer.

[ooc: Just kicking around trying out new locations if anyone would like to tag in, I promise he's not depressingly emo, just thoughtful. :)]

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[ooc: Of course! Will be looking forward to it when scheduling is better. :)]

House had sensed Wilson was having a rough day emotionally, and had left the younger doctor to work through it himself. Until Wilson headed off away from the clinic, away from the apartment. House had seen him through the window, an had quickly grabbed his coat to follow.

He'd kept a safe distance back, though he couldn't say for sure if Wilson knew he was there or not. He caught up to the oncologist at the bench, and sat down beside him without waiting for an invitation.

Sensual lips twitched slightly and Wilson couldn't help the words that followed.

"You followed me?"

House looked at the ground. Specifically at his cane, which rested between his legs. "I would have caught up to you sooner, except the cold makes my leg hurt."

Wilson chuckled softly and leaned forward resting his arms on his thighs.

"I thought your line was 'well you were wearing rainboots today but you parked in the underground garage....yeah I followed you'. If you're going to go off script you should warn me."

"Well, you're not wearing rain boots, you didn't park in an underground garage, and this isn't the last place you saw your brother, so the dialogue seemed inappropriate." House answered with a slight smirk.

Slender shoulders shook with a soft chuff of laughter and dark eyebrows arched upwards.

"Good point. So, what brought you out here? I know your leg certainly didn't want the walk."

"Aren't you the one always telling me not to let the leg dictate what I do and don't do?" House challenged, avoiding a straight forward answer.

"It's bad when you start using my own mother henning as an attempt to deflect my mother henning, House."

Wilson pointed out in a reasonable tone, though his eyes indicated he wasn't about to be deflected so easily.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." House turned sideways on the bench, and propped his leg up.

The younger doctor closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face. It was tempting to call House on the lie but he knew it wouldn't get either of them anywhere but into a pissing contest so he just shook his head and went back to studying his toes.

House tapped the cold ground with the rubberized end o his cane.

"I've been getting these really weird vibes off you all day. I tohught you wanted to be alone, but when you left the clinic and didn't come home, I followed you. I'm not sure you're in the right frame of mind to be out here alone," House stated, eyes boring in to Wilson.

"House...it's a park and I did put on a jacket." Wilson pointed out with a hint of the affectionate sarcasm that had always been a staple in their relationship.

Unspoken were the questions Why? and What have I done to worry you so?

"We were supposed to go out on a real date tonight," House said quietly. The fact Wilson had apparently forgotten that was enough to worry House nearly as much as the fact he'd taken a Vicodin a few days ago.

The oncologist laughed, it was a soft and gently loving sound that matched the tender softness in his dark eyes.

"You hate dates. Small talk, subtext and all that bullshit. I thought you were joking to get into my pants."

"I was serious." He sighed. "It wouldn't be painful with you. And, I've already gotten in your pants. Not a bad place to be, either. I don't need a fancy date to lure you in to my bed."

"Hey... I like to still believe I'm not easy." Wilson shot back goodnaturedly before he straightened and leaned back, his shoulders fitting in against House's arm.

"Well...okay so I'm easy for you." His head rested against House's shoulder and he looked around.

"If you really mean it, we could try to find something around town?"

House shifted to take Wilson comfortably against his shoulder. "I really mean it, but I'm not opposed to just sitting here with you for a while."

Wilson closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, simply resting comfortably against his lover, enjoying the warmth of House's body against his own, the shelter of that arm, the soft scent of the older man's cologne and the mixture of autumn scents in the air.

But, eventually he started to rouse himself.

"Neither am I, beloved but your leg isn't going to thank either of us for keeping you and it out here in this cold. Come on, lets see if we can find a resturant."

The endearment came out...naturally, almost without thought but the word was warmed with intent and genuine adoration.

"Point taken." House grumbled and gently nudged Wilson off his shoulder. "All right. Up, Simba. Let's see if we can find somewhere reasonable to eat."

The younger doctor grumped softly, as he tended to do when House had to move him in the middle of the night to get up or shift but he got to his feet and reached a hand back to help House up.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Anything that isn't chinese or pizza. There's a new place in town, not sure what it is, exactly."

Wilson had to give House a look. "They're all new to me, House...you have to be more specific."

"Russian, maybe? Run by a couple of brothers. I've heard good things about it." House shrugs and take hold of Wilson's hand to pull himself up to his feet.

((Alanna and her gaurdian would like to talk to the good doctors sometime. You guys around tomorrow?))

((I should be...off and on, probably))

(( I should be as well, off and on depending upon the whims of a small person.))

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Saturday Evening - In the Park

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