Where would this be going? Because, while there had been a time where Wilson couldn't think more than a day ahead, back in high school and med school, only because he couldn't think of dealing with medicine, with inevitable death in his patients, for the rest of his life. But, honestly, when you were an oncologist for long enough (particularly one who had been through three failed marriages), you started putting things into perspective, into years and months and how long this and... House's words actually made him feel a little better, in the light of everything. That even if it was being stuck with Greg House for the rest of forever, it was better than... no Greg House at all, he supposed.
Although, of all things to compare yourself to, "A limpet?" he asked curiously, as House started getting that devilish look in his eyes. Wilson missed it, just for the moment, musing on the comment and... A limpet, honestly. The only reason Wilson even knew what the things were was because of recent medical research, trying to prove if the chemicals they released could prevent cancer. He knew they were small, almost like mollusks, cone-shaped shells. He knew they - holy crap - suctioned onto... stuff!
A laugh actually made its way up through his throat, low and short, and it had to have hummed up into whatever wicked things House was attempting to do with his skin. Was he... was he giving him a hickey? Was this high school, and he'd forgotten? And oh, God, that was going to be... difficult to cover up later on, and as if under the realization of that, he let out a slightly indignant splutter, even though he was still grinning.
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Date: 2007-03-07 07:42 pm (UTC)Where would this be going? Because, while there had been a time where Wilson couldn't think more than a day ahead, back in high school and med school, only because he couldn't think of dealing with medicine, with inevitable death in his patients, for the rest of his life. But, honestly, when you were an oncologist for long enough (particularly one who had been through three failed marriages), you started putting things into perspective, into years and months and how long this and... House's words actually made him feel a little better, in the light of everything. That even if it was being stuck with Greg House for the rest of forever, it was better than... no Greg House at all, he supposed.
Although, of all things to compare yourself to, "A limpet?" he asked curiously, as House started getting that devilish look in his eyes. Wilson missed it, just for the moment, musing on the comment and... A limpet, honestly. The only reason Wilson even knew what the things were was because of recent medical research, trying to prove if the chemicals they released could prevent cancer. He knew they were small, almost like mollusks, cone-shaped shells. He knew they - holy crap - suctioned onto... stuff!
A laugh actually made its way up through his throat, low and short, and it had to have hummed up into whatever wicked things House was attempting to do with his skin. Was he... was he giving him a hickey? Was this high school, and he'd forgotten? And oh, God, that was going to be... difficult to cover up later on, and as if under the realization of that, he let out a slightly indignant splutter, even though he was still grinning.