Oh, lord. He was just making it worse. The potion distracted him, for a few moments, and he grimaced at the cauldron, watching the toxic fumes waft up from the liquid inside. He really shouldn't have been making this. This Draught... it was for students higher up in years, as far as Potions experience went, and Wilson was fairly sure House hadn't even attempted first-year potions. Which... Good God, this room was a damned death trap. He'd bet a lot of money that this thing was in danger of exploding at any moment.
The distraction couldn't last that long at all, of course. Wilson was reverting back to his slightly timid glancing all over again, eyes shying away from House's as he fixed them directly onto the dagger, stirring aimlessly into the potion. It was a good thing to fix on - something constant, rhythmic, just moving in that solid swirling motion. ...Something that wasn't those hard, blue eyes, goring into him right now like he was some kind of lab experiment.
"That's not what I was going to say," he replied shortly instead, looking somewhat injured, just for a split second, and he was so not playing the hurt girlfriend in this situation, Wilson, what the HELL. He let out a long burst of breath, and charades were actually starting to sound really good right about now, because House was right: talking was the very opposite of going great - was kind of failing him completely, at the moment, actually. How did someone act out 'I'm done being a stammering dumb-ass for the moment'?
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Date: 2007-03-06 11:46 pm (UTC)The distraction couldn't last that long at all, of course. Wilson was reverting back to his slightly timid glancing all over again, eyes shying away from House's as he fixed them directly onto the dagger, stirring aimlessly into the potion. It was a good thing to fix on - something constant, rhythmic, just moving in that solid swirling motion. ...Something that wasn't those hard, blue eyes, goring into him right now like he was some kind of lab experiment.
"That's not what I was going to say," he replied shortly instead, looking somewhat injured, just for a split second, and he was so not playing the hurt girlfriend in this situation, Wilson, what the HELL. He let out a long burst of breath, and charades were actually starting to sound really good right about now, because House was right: talking was the very opposite of going great - was kind of failing him completely, at the moment, actually. How did someone act out 'I'm done being a stammering dumb-ass for the moment'?