That look was so damn fixed, so hardened that for a minute, Wilson couldn't have looked away if he tried. He paused a moment, as if to try to understand the full weight of his words that he'd just spoken. He'd said something about cheese. Some stuff about Cheesewiz (although if he'd known about Stacy's metaphor, he probably wouldn't have compared House to cheese - that was a bit... strange) and... Good Lord, he'd said he would give Cheesewiz a try, hadn't he? He swallowed a bit, opening and shutting his mouth a few times and managing to look like a fish out of water along the way. Great, so now on top of stammering and horrible dairy metaphors, he had embarrassing loss of control of his muscles to add insult to injury.

"I... know," he finally answered instead, lowly, and glanced away again, to the floor, hands moving to that familiar position on his hips that he had grown so accustomed to. There was no backing out of this now. He had gone from sticking a toe into the water to just cannonballing inside and... Ah. Crap. "It's just... Cheesewiz can be... kind of unpredictable," he added lowly, his voice moving onto a sort of nervous, breathless tone. "And... you know." He really needed to quit this metaphor.