It was a very much exhausting day after the work in Prieston's hospital, Wilson was on House's house as he awaited for something, for anything apparently. A crack on the door could be heard as it opened, revealing a very much tall, familiar form standing there with his cane in hand. He had a bruise on his eye, seemingly from a fight.. What did he get into?

' I'm back. '

House opened the door to his house, a crack could be heard between his dry voice. The rain poured hard outside, which could only mean one thing.. Yep, House got wet. Just great, he was going to be more insufferable now. House limped forward to the living room, where Wilson was laid on his couch.. Goddamnit, now Wilson would probably comment on how he looks like a mess, a disaster, and probably going to ask something about the date he had.

' Go on, laugh. '

House rolled his eyes sarcastically as he spoke. You see, it has been 3 weeks since he meet this "Angelica", she was the woman of his dreams — apparently —; She was funny, dominant, Sarcastic, honest and realistic. House had been invited to a date by her, everything went smooth at first, with her being lovely with a red dress and even with flowers. But then, her, I quite, "affair boyfriend" came and they had a strong argument, and well, he got dumped. He wasn't in mood to talk about it, but the "I know what are you going to say" expression really gave up the way he seemed to want to Wilson to not ask. But you can't stop the inevitable.

House was dripping water, his blue eyes locked on Wilson's form as he awaited for Wilson to laugh, to comment, to do something — To mock him at last. House stood there, balancing himself with his cane with who he maintained his weight against on. House just grumbled as he passed a hand through his wet hair, it was dripping down his whole clothes. The mere thought of Angelica had already annoyed House to dead, as he retained himself from going over the couch since he didn't want to wet it all, after all — Nor he did want to wet Wilson either.