The guitar playing stopped when he saw George and a smile passed across his lips. "Hey, love." He greeted, eyes glimmering as his fiancee sat down beside him. Setting the guitar aside, the young man leaned up and kissed George's slightly chilled cheek, nuzzling it. "Yeah? Good. A bit rainy out though, hm?" Wilson wrinkled his nose a little and just leaned against George. "You could maybe use a warm bath." It was possibly one of his favorite things to do now. The tub was big enough for both of them to climb into and roomy enough for Wilson to cuddle back against George's chest as they simply relaxed in the warm water.
Snapping out of that train of thought, he simply glanced up at his lover. He wasn't very torn about House and the rest being gone. Yes, there was a little part of him that sort of missed House but the man who had been there...wasn't his best friend. No, George was his best friend, his lover, and he was content being there.