Wilson might not have even answered completely dead-on anyways, because... Good Lord, that woman had been nuts. Babbling about Ben and Jerry's ice cream and how it was going to save us all or something. Lorelai something, he couldn't recall a last name. Not that it mattered right now, even if his own mouth reeked of banana. Not when House's face was still pressed into his shoulder, breath warm and comfortable against Wilson's skin as he leaned against him.
Did he want to run away? He blinked at the wall again, his hand still clasped onto House's shoulder as he frowned, thought of his answer. Because, at first, well... yeah, he'd been ready to bolt faster than a jackrabbit, hadn't he? But in the light of things, right now, with how... suddenly not-awkward this felt, he shook his hand, rubbing at House's shoulder and marveling in the fact that he wasn't flinching away. "No," he added in a low mumble, grinning a bit wider. "Not anymore."
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Date: 2007-03-07 11:23 am (UTC)Wilson might not have even answered completely dead-on anyways, because... Good Lord, that woman had been nuts. Babbling about Ben and Jerry's ice cream and how it was going to save us all or something. Lorelai something, he couldn't recall a last name. Not that it mattered right now, even if his own mouth reeked of banana. Not when House's face was still pressed into his shoulder, breath warm and comfortable against Wilson's skin as he leaned against him.
Did he want to run away? He blinked at the wall again, his hand still clasped onto House's shoulder as he frowned, thought of his answer. Because, at first, well... yeah, he'd been ready to bolt faster than a jackrabbit, hadn't he? But in the light of things, right now, with how... suddenly not-awkward this felt, he shook his hand, rubbing at House's shoulder and marveling in the fact that he wasn't flinching away. "No," he added in a low mumble, grinning a bit wider. "Not anymore."