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Who: Wilson, OTA
What: Being lonely
When: Sunday night
Where: Just outside of the apartments
The cold night couldn't even keep him inside. He was extremely lonely, since House seemed to be avoiding him. Even though he was getting his memories back and wanted to be close to the other man, his lover...didn't seem to want to return the affections much anymore. It hurt, but he wouldn't say anything about it. If House wanted to leave him, he'd do it eventually and Wilson would stick around to the bitter end...though he hoped there wouldn't be a bitter end. Frowning, he pulled up the hood on the sweater he was wearing, dropping onto a bench out in the little mini-courtyard in front of the apartment.
Better to be lonely outside and be able to look up at the beautiful sky than to be lonely inside where everything reminded him of the one man who seemed to be very absent. With a miserable sigh he sunk back into the bench a bit more, closing his eyes.
What: Being lonely
When: Sunday night
Where: Just outside of the apartments
The cold night couldn't even keep him inside. He was extremely lonely, since House seemed to be avoiding him. Even though he was getting his memories back and wanted to be close to the other man, his lover...didn't seem to want to return the affections much anymore. It hurt, but he wouldn't say anything about it. If House wanted to leave him, he'd do it eventually and Wilson would stick around to the bitter end...though he hoped there wouldn't be a bitter end. Frowning, he pulled up the hood on the sweater he was wearing, dropping onto a bench out in the little mini-courtyard in front of the apartment.
Better to be lonely outside and be able to look up at the beautiful sky than to be lonely inside where everything reminded him of the one man who seemed to be very absent. With a miserable sigh he sunk back into the bench a bit more, closing his eyes.