It was a cold night. House had planned to simply go up there to pass time, perhaps think of Stacy - Wilson would say he was pining (he wasn’t).

What he didn’t expect was to see you there, not many people came up here.

He noticed the way your hands gripped the railing too hard, the way your eyes almost glared at the ground below, a million words unsaid.

“Am I interrupting some emotional soliloquy?” House quipped