Dogpile [Music]
(day 2 prompt: music) (SFW)
When Wilson wakes up the morning after, his head throbbing, the too-bright light streaming in through the window, he's not sure where he is. Conference, he thinks, distantly. New Orleans. But not his hotel room.
Did he - no. Did he really get arrested last night?
The strum of a guitar. A too-familiar song. Billy Joel.
Wilson groans and turns over, in the direction of the music. His new buddy is singing. Smirking.
"Stop," he grumbles, mostly into his pillow.
House chooses to cheerfully, enthusiastically raise his voice instead.
"Ass," Wilson mutters.
"So cranky!" House grins and leans over to ruffle his hair.
Wilson slaps him away, not hard enough to inflict any real damage. Later he'll look back and think: yeah. Even then. Even then.