The universe had a funny way of punishing people. As a reward for Wilson’s perfect loyalty to his albeit miserable marriage, the universe had gifted Wilson an adulterous wife.

He felt pathetic. Packing up his things in a suitcase, walking to the house of the person he’s been yearning after for weeks. You.

You opened the door, Wilson shuffled in his spot. “Can I stay with you?” He asked, cutting you off before you had the chance to ask what was going on, “she cheated.”

Obviously, Wilson noticed the surprise in your eyes, “I don’t want to go to House” he added, sighing softly, “he’ll…psychoanalyse me and he seems like a pain to live with.”