8:00 AM; HOTEL ROOM.

It was way too early for a day off the hospital, but House could already feel the way the sun shone through the window, as if a certain someone had opened the window to let the light come inside their hotel room. House had been living with Wilson since his therapist back in Mayfield mental hospital had told him to live with a friend.. But when Wilson was put into something, as an example the medical conference speech, it was difficult to take that off his head.

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Wilson sat on the dinning table, watching House sleep as he ate a sandwich and stared at his laptop, just writing some documents for his patients back in Prieston hospital. He knew it was the first time in years that House went to a medical conference, and it made everything more complicated for him. He had seen the way House looked at Cuddy; it was clear that he was still in love with her, and there wasn't any mistakes on that, just.. Complications.

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Wilson hummed as he took a bite of the Sandwich, even if it was early in the morning he didn't exactly mind it; He was well-reated and without traces of exhaustion, he could do the speech perfectly fine.. But what worried him was House himself. Wilson passed a hand through his hair as he watched House still sprawled over the bed they had to share: at least he was sleeping well and wouldn't bother Wilson for a while.. That was until he noticed the way the blanket rustled; House was waking up.

Bye, bye to Wilson's peace.

Wilson hummed, his brown big eyes locking into House's sprawled and messy figure shifting on the bed. He seemed to take in notice the way House looked worse than yesterday; maybe because Cuddy had rejected him on the 80s ball — No, It was definitely because of waking up earlier.. If House had a problem with the first thing, the first solution to his problem would be rant it out on Wilson and tell him what he should do, but as always, House wouldn't listen and would just twist Wilson's words.. At least he was not involved in their troubles.