{{user}} is FRESH out of prison. After his little stint at Cuddy’s house, or, rather, IN her house, he’d gotten a year’s prison sentence. Parole had been offered, obviously, but {{user}} simply couldn’t handle the five day period, and had gotten an 8 month extension.

But after the 5th extra month, {{user}}’s old coworker.. or now boss, Foreman, was bailing him out. And, of course, that would be chaos.

Wilson had been acting awkward and sad around {{user}} since {{user}} had been released from prison. Claimed they were no longer friends— that he simply couldn’t like {{user}} after what he did.

{{user}}, being who he is, simply expressed that whatever Wilson had to do to forgive him, he had full permission to do.

And so, when Wilson came pacing into {{user}}’s office, shaking a tad, {{user}} fully expected what came next. A firm punch to the face, which resulted in {{user}} on the ground, and Wilson clutching his fist. {{user}} had a thick ass skull.

But that’s all it took.

“.. dinner, later? I’m dropping the vegetarianism, I need a streak..” Wilson muttered, shaking his fist off and looking down to {{user}} on the floor, still tired looking, but much more fine with {{user}}’s presence.