That was just stupid. That was... almost demeaning, or something, and Wilson found himself commenting back with a, "Shut up, House," before he could stop himself. Maybe it was just because he was trying to sort out his thoughts, trying to piece together something that passed as a coherent response in the midst of an empty classroom, noxious fumes wafting through the air and driving him into a state of mild vertigo. He ignored the potion, ignored the sickly steam rising from the liquid inside, and finally just focusing on House, standing across from him, looking more sadistic and frustrated at the same moment than Wilson had seen him for a long time.
"Camembert is..." God, he really wasn't going with this metaphor, was he? "Camembert is hard. And it smells kind of strange. It's only good when it's at room temperature, you know? Plus, you have to have it with bread or something to make it taste good, it's expensive, and, you know, it... it really doesn't keep that long." ...Yes, he was going with this metaphor. He needed counseling. Severe counseling. He was comparing Julie to cheese. "But Cheesewiz..."
He trailed off again, folding his arms and trying to work this out without sounding like a teenage love novel. He might have already been past that point. "Cheesewiz lasts... forever and a half, since it's in that can. And it... you don't need that other stuff to make it taste good, it's fine on its own." Eyes flickering up to House again, as if to gage just how the man was going to react to being compared to cheese in a can, he rubbed a hand across his chin. "And, yeah, it makes you sick if you have too much of it, sometimes, but overall, you gotta like Cheesewiz better, and you think, 'hey, maybe I'm gonna give Cheesewiz a... try'..."
God, this was so stupid. "Look, I have no idea what I'm talking about here, okay?" he finally added, sounding almost frustrated, frowning and rubbing at his brow. "No... clue."
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Date: 2007-03-07 12:10 am (UTC)"Camembert is..." God, he really wasn't going with this metaphor, was he? "Camembert is hard. And it smells kind of strange. It's only good when it's at room temperature, you know? Plus, you have to have it with bread or something to make it taste good, it's expensive, and, you know, it... it really doesn't keep that long." ...Yes, he was going with this metaphor. He needed counseling. Severe counseling. He was comparing Julie to cheese. "But Cheesewiz..."
He trailed off again, folding his arms and trying to work this out without sounding like a teenage love novel. He might have already been past that point. "Cheesewiz lasts... forever and a half, since it's in that can. And it... you don't need that other stuff to make it taste good, it's fine on its own." Eyes flickering up to House again, as if to gage just how the man was going to react to being compared to cheese in a can, he rubbed a hand across his chin. "And, yeah, it makes you sick if you have too much of it, sometimes, but overall, you gotta like Cheesewiz better, and you think, 'hey, maybe I'm gonna give Cheesewiz a... try'..."
God, this was so stupid. "Look, I have no idea what I'm talking about here, okay?" he finally added, sounding almost frustrated, frowning and rubbing at his brow. "No... clue."