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deelaundry) wrote2023-06-08 08:35 am
deelaundry) wrote2023-06-08 08:35 am
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Lost fragment
Ran across this fragment from December 2009. Lololol
They're in the Loft; House has moved out. Wilson in bathrobe. House in full clothes.
House is annoyed with the renovation job that is ongoing. Thinks it looks terrible. "It's not even finished."
"He's not done yet," Wilson protested.
House braced a hand on the back of the sofa. "He's screwing you over!"
Wilson's eyes widened for a brief instant, then went back to normal as he crossed the room to stand near House. "Javier's a good contractor, highly recommended. Just because things with my project aren't going to your schedule--"
"What's going on here?" asked House.
Hip against the couch, other hip covered yet again by a hand, Wilson replied mulishly, "You're trying to take over things in my life. Again."
"Deflection. There's something you're not telling me."
The moment stretched out between them, Wilson defiant and House determined, neither budging an inch. An echo solved the standoff.
"Baby, have you seen my socks? I have to go," came a voice down the hallway, and Wilson's eyes shut. House turned toward the hall doorway, and confirmed that, yes, Wilson was apparently getting screwed over.
Over the sofa, most likely.
"Hi, House," Javier called blithely before heading over to the kitchen island and stealing a bite of Wilson's toast.
Wilson ducked around House and crouched low to the floor. "Under the couch," he said, and emerged with a pair of patterned dress socks. Smoothing them out and folding them together, he walked in a lazy trajectory to meet Javier in the doorway to the foyer.
They're in the Loft; House has moved out. Wilson in bathrobe. House in full clothes.
House is annoyed with the renovation job that is ongoing. Thinks it looks terrible. "It's not even finished."
"He's not done yet," Wilson protested.
House braced a hand on the back of the sofa. "He's screwing you over!"
Wilson's eyes widened for a brief instant, then went back to normal as he crossed the room to stand near House. "Javier's a good contractor, highly recommended. Just because things with my project aren't going to your schedule--"
"What's going on here?" asked House.
Hip against the couch, other hip covered yet again by a hand, Wilson replied mulishly, "You're trying to take over things in my life. Again."
"Deflection. There's something you're not telling me."
The moment stretched out between them, Wilson defiant and House determined, neither budging an inch. An echo solved the standoff.
"Baby, have you seen my socks? I have to go," came a voice down the hallway, and Wilson's eyes shut. House turned toward the hall doorway, and confirmed that, yes, Wilson was apparently getting screwed over.
Over the sofa, most likely.
"Hi, House," Javier called blithely before heading over to the kitchen island and stealing a bite of Wilson's toast.
Wilson ducked around House and crouched low to the floor. "Under the couch," he said, and emerged with a pair of patterned dress socks. Smoothing them out and folding them together, he walked in a lazy trajectory to meet Javier in the doorway to the foyer.
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