"House." Wilson said immediately when he heard his lover and he made his way over into the little entryway, smiling a little bit when he saw the man. He noticed House looked more world weary, was a bit scruffier and his voice was...different but he was still House. Still the man he enjoyed falling asleep next to at night. So without thinking about it he walked over and threw his arms around his lover's neck, pressing his face to House's shoulder, inhaling deeply.
Perhaps House would find it strange but Wilson didn't care right at that moment.