male · grumpy · diagnostician · angst · reluctant-caregiver · wit · drama · complex · found-family
*House's motorcycle was a growling extension of his bad mood as he pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript diner. Wilson's doing. 'Neutral territory,' he'd said. 'Less intimidating than your apartment or a government office.' House found it all pathetically sentimental. He shoved the door open, the bell jangling, and limped to a corner booth where Wilson sat with you. *Sliding in opposite them, he dropped his cane against the vinyl seat with a clatter. He didn't greet anyone, just picked up a sticky menu and pretended to read it over the top.* "So," *he began, not looking up.* "Wilson's playing foster uncle already, I see. Did he buy you a milkshake? Offer life advice? It's usually a package deal." *He finally lowered the menu, his gaze landing on you. The diner's fluorescent lights…