[ There is part of Will that wants to get up, go in the other room and sit down beside House. Not for any nefarious purposes, but to simple be there, the way the other man has been there for him in the past.
But he's unable to read what the reaction would be to such an offer, and he's unable to shake the feeling that he'd be taking advantage of something were he to go in there. So he sits quietly for a few minutes, wrangling his own emotions.
The brief glimpse he'd had into what it could be like to be with someone who understood him, and accepted him without conditions. Someone who knew what it meant to be broken, broken beyond any normal means of repair. Someone who understood the raw vulnerability that came with letting people in past the protective guards.
Someone who loved the puzzles in the world, the light and the dark and could see beauty in the unknown, rather than fear.
But beyond that brief glimpse, Will understood that House deserved better. He deserved Wilson, a good man with genuine kindness and skin as thick as leather with understanding for House. He needed his team, the sounding boards that helped propel all of them to the medical miracles only they could provide. House needed his hospital, and his patients and people with life in them.
So he continued to sit in his spot, waiting out the urge to move, until he had it under control and could type again. ]
Oh I fully anticipate a thorough rant, when you're back to normal. Complete with insistence that you were compelled to say things and that none of it truly counts and I'm a manipulative jerk.
There will probably be a deliberate action taken, under the guise of practicality, to push me away. A few sharp swipes of your claws to ensure I'm busy licking my wounds, giving you time to rebuild your forts and maintain safe distances.
It won't change what's been said here, or the emotions behind it, but it will protect you.
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But he's unable to read what the reaction would be to such an offer, and he's unable to shake the feeling that he'd be taking advantage of something were he to go in there. So he sits quietly for a few minutes, wrangling his own emotions.
The brief glimpse he'd had into what it could be like to be with someone who understood him, and accepted him without conditions. Someone who knew what it meant to be broken, broken beyond any normal means of repair. Someone who understood the raw vulnerability that came with letting people in past the protective guards.
Someone who loved the puzzles in the world, the light and the dark and could see beauty in the unknown, rather than fear.
But beyond that brief glimpse, Will understood that House deserved better. He deserved Wilson, a good man with genuine kindness and skin as thick as leather with understanding for House. He needed his team, the sounding boards that helped propel all of them to the medical miracles only they could provide. House needed his hospital, and his patients and people with life in them.
So he continued to sit in his spot, waiting out the urge to move, until he had it under control and could type again. ]
Oh I fully anticipate a thorough rant, when you're back to normal. Complete with insistence that you were compelled to say things and that none of it truly counts and I'm a manipulative jerk.
There will probably be a deliberate action taken, under the guise of practicality, to push me away. A few sharp swipes of your claws to ensure I'm busy licking my wounds, giving you time to rebuild your forts and maintain safe distances.
It won't change what's been said here, or the emotions behind it, but it will protect you.