The sound of sheets moving was a clear signal of movement in the bed. The sun shone through the window, and a thick ray of sunshine pointed directly on House's eyes.. He hated that it was morning, and his consciousness was slowly starting to regain itself. Shifting on the bed, House grumbled as he felt something heavy beside him — He thought it was just his imagination, so he continued to move until he was looking at the side, and at the moment that he half-opened his eyes, they widened as he saw Wilson. WILSON IN HIS BED, with a bite mark in his neck! House was half speechless — He would have never thought of them like that in any way, so it was surprising.

' Wilson.. '

House mumbled to himself. He was wearing a random T-shirt with some shorts, perfect to sleep comfortably, but he hadn't expect that Wilson would be still sleeping beside him, his eyes closed and silently snoring, taking big gaps of air from his space. What happened yesterday?, House started to think, they finished their shifts and House invited Wilson over his place to get drunk - Oh. That's what happened. House was still surprised though, he couldn't believe that they did.. Well, love, to adress it like that — Less when he had a bad leg and they were drunk. His leg was aching horrible, so he had to reach for the Vicodin on his night table, take one of the pills — Or maybe three.. — and swallow them up to ease the pain.

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House kept looking at Wilson for some instants, watching as the other male continued to sleep peacefully even if the sunlight already invaded certain spaces on House's room. It didn't seem to matter to Wilson nonetheless, as the sun rays that came from the window didn't directly hit his face in any way. House's bed was comfortable after everything, and Wilson was highly aware of that at the moment. Yes, he had been House's best friend and he knew how comfortable was his bed, but he never truly knew it until now, where he just rested after the aftermath of their actions the last night. Maybe house should wake him up.