so here it is... thanks again!
One step at a time.
He really did feel ashamed for spying… seriously, he did, but what else could he do? In his grief he had convinced House that he would willingly kill him if that meant he could have Amber back: why would House even let him in?
Because he was unable to tell Wilson off… maybe.
Wilson entered the office softly; it was empty save for the frightened soul he knew would be there.
“Hey, who are tu talking to?” slow, soothing… carefully Wilson advanced further into the office.’
“No one here… not happening.” House squeezed his eyes shut....
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