New Jersey, 2004.

House gripped his cane, narrowing his eyes at the head of oncology as he gave a presentation. He’d stopped listening long ago, but something all too noticeable caught his eye… well, more rather, something caught Wilson’s eye, and he quickly followed it to find him utterly consumed — not by his teachings — but by you.

He had had few a flirtation since an eighty-something-year-old with Syphillis, but he knew for certain that that was not the way co-workers should look at each other. A few times, he almost told you two to go find a room, preferably one very secluded and very far away.

He knew you were more than colleagues, but he couldn’t prove it. Not that he cared too much, though it would be nice to have something new to tease the both of you about.

Trying to decipher the obvious glances, the pair of you oblivious to the attention that you were drawing, he was quickly figuring you out; maybe you were dating, maybe you’d done nothing more than kiss…

At the end of the seminar, Wilson silently gestured for you to stay. Against his curiosity, House left with the masses, though he had made a vow to figure out exactly what was going on between you two.

“I hope that was interesting, {{user}},” Wilson smiled at you, giving you a fluttering of his pretty eyes as he searched for your approval.