Okay, first of all, he was being hugged. Hugged. By Gregory House. He didn't think those words could even GO into the same SENTENCE, let alone occur towards Wilson. Honestly. House was giggling and clinging to him like the was the answer to the universe and... Wilson was just confused. So, so very confused. Just... and... What?
"Flying pigs?" he asked in a voice that couldn't be described as anything but a plain-out squeak, just out of pure shock towards this whole situation. He staggered about under the onslaught of weight House had just thrown onto him, but didn't fall over or anything. Yet. "Are you... on something? What the hell are you... talking about?" Did Lily's pain meds go screwy? Or did he just flat-out take some really good LSD or something?
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The bloody.
Hell?
Okay, first of all, he was being hugged. Hugged. By Gregory House. He didn't think those words could even GO into the same SENTENCE, let alone occur towards Wilson. Honestly. House was giggling and clinging to him like the was the answer to the universe and... Wilson was just confused. So, so very confused. Just... and... What?
"Flying pigs?" he asked in a voice that couldn't be described as anything but a plain-out squeak, just out of pure shock towards this whole situation. He staggered about under the onslaught of weight House had just thrown onto him, but didn't fall over or anything. Yet. "Are you... on something? What the hell are you... talking about?" Did Lily's pain meds go screwy? Or did he just flat-out take some really good LSD or something?