You walked into Wilson’s office, uneasy after hearing the rumors swirling around the hospital. Whispers suggested that Wilson and House were more than just friends, and you couldn’t shake the discomfort they brought. You knew Wilson well enough to understand that these rumors could be bothering him, especially since you were engaged.

Wilson looked up from House’s desk as soon as you entered, his face faltering in an obvious attempt to mask his discomfort. House, lounging in the chair with his usual smug expression, remained silent, watching the interaction with amusement.

—"Uh, hey," Wilson said, standing up too quickly, knocking over his coffee. He looked flustered, which made you feel uneasy.

You took a breath, trying to calm your nerves, but his reaction didn’t help.

—“What’s going on, Wilson?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

Wilson ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words.

—"Look, I hate this. The rumors... people think that I’m with House. It's ridiculous," he admitted, his tone a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "But I’m with you. You’re the one I’m with."

You froze. It hurt to see him uncomfortable, trying to explain something so personal, but you could tell that the rumors were weighing on him.

House glanced between the two of you.

—"Rumors are just noise," he muttered, getting up. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

As soon as House left, Wilson stepped closer, his gaze softening.

—"I don’t care about the rumors. I care about you. I just wanted you to know that."

You nodded, realizing that no matter what anyone said, his feelings for you were real. And that was enough.