Frowning a little at the potion - good lord, that wasn't pleasant - House promptly threw in some more asphodel, and stood back quickly as blue steam began to pour out of the cauldron and the whole room began smelling rather poisonous and plant-like. That... probably wasn't harmful. Hopefully.
It seemed like all the beating around the bush had finally ended when Wilson brought up the issue of what House had said the other day, though knowing them, it could probably continue indefinitely even while talking about something that mattered. Still keeping a carefully blank mask, House waited until the potion had stopped reacting so explosively, stirring it absentmindedly with the dagger. What could he say to that? 'Yeah, I told you all my flirting was real, what of it?'. 'Get over here and kiss me, right now.'? Wilson looked too nervous for either of those, especially the latter.
In the end, House always went for the option that didn't leave himself open to having hope shattered. "Right," he snorted. "You've come to tell me Thanks, but no thanks, I'm just not that kinda guy." The mocking demeanor vanished, and House's shoulders slumped imperceptibly. What was he doing? Couldn't he just be serious about this? Apparently not, because he started talking again. "Wanna play charades to get the message across? Because talking is going really great for us right now."
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Date: 2007-03-06 11:31 pm (UTC)It seemed like all the beating around the bush had finally ended when Wilson brought up the issue of what House had said the other day, though knowing them, it could probably continue indefinitely even while talking about something that mattered. Still keeping a carefully blank mask, House waited until the potion had stopped reacting so explosively, stirring it absentmindedly with the dagger. What could he say to that? 'Yeah, I told you all my flirting was real, what of it?'. 'Get over here and kiss me, right now.'? Wilson looked too nervous for either of those, especially the latter.
In the end, House always went for the option that didn't leave himself open to having hope shattered. "Right," he snorted. "You've come to tell me Thanks, but no thanks, I'm just not that kinda guy." The mocking demeanor vanished, and House's shoulders slumped imperceptibly. What was he doing? Couldn't he just be serious about this? Apparently not, because he started talking again. "Wanna play charades to get the message across? Because talking is going really great for us right now."