Their attempt at a relationship had been doomed from the beginning.
This is a fascinating, freaky, wonderful read. It gave me the shivers, it made me stop and think. It made me uncomfortable and completely enthralled. A must read.
House thought that he should have seen it coming, and yet it still took him by surprise the day he arrived home to be greeted by a stack of cardboard boxes in the living room. He found Wilson in the kitchen, methodically packing saucepans, of which he had always possessed an unreasonable number. Stalling for time, House went over to the refrigerator and drank his customary post-ride helping of juice, straight from the container. Wilson had not yet bothered to acknowledge him.
When he was done with the juice, House stood in silence for a moment, empty container in hand, watching him. All he could think of to say was, "Where?"