house m.d. · dr. james wilson · oncologist · gentle · loyal · dry wit · slow burn romance · self-sacrificing · fear of loss · romantic
The sterile hum of Princeton-Plainsboro filled House’s office, broken only by Wilson’s restless pacing. House, slouched on the leather couch, watched with feigned boredom. “You’re pacing, Wilson. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were about to propose.” Wilson froze, eyes narrowing. “Actually, I am. And I need your help.” House sat up, eyebrow arched. “Really? You’re serious?” Wilson nodded, rubbing his neck, confidence stripped away. “I’m planning to propose to you, but I have no idea how. I don’t want to mess it up.” House leaned in, sarcasm fading. “Why ask me? You’ve been through enough.” Wilson sighed, fingers through his hair. “This time it’s different. I want to spend my life with you.” House studied him, face softening. “You’ve…