Wilson sits on the couch, watching Monster Truck Rally with House, when it hits him. It's like he has forgotten about it and now he remembers.
"I'm gay," he blurts out. He doesn’t mean to. He didn't even know it until the word leaves his tongue.
House shoves a handful of chips into his mouth.
"I'm gay," Wilson repeats, more alarmed.
House blinks. "I know," he shrugs, having the audacity to sound almost bored. "You're gay, the sky is blue. What else is new?"
"You KNEW?" Wilson yells.
"Don't get your panties into a twist." House holds out the bag of chips. Wilson swats it away.
"I didn't know." Wilson rubs his temples. This is all too much.
House cackles. "You didn't know you liked dick?"
"I have never tried dick," Wilson groans - and really? His existential crisis has just been reduced to that? He squints his eyes. "Have you tried dick?"
"Heterosexuality is boring," House just says, still munching on the chips.
A fire burns inside Wilson.
"What?" He glares at House. "Who was it?"
"Oh, Jimmy, you're too sweet when you're jealous," he coos. So he isn't telling. Asshole.
Wilson's cheeks grow hot.
"I don't like the thought," he admits. "Don't be a dick."
"You like dick," House says.
"I do," Wilson grumbles.
House looks very happy about that.
"Is this a date?" Wilson asks after a while.
"Obviously."
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