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House pushed through the pile of unopened mail on his desk. Following a pace behind, Wilson flopped into the chair opposite.
House found his iPod under a parcel and dropped it into the docking station.
“Seriously, man, you need to open
some of this,” Wilson sighed.
House ignored him and continued flicking through tracks on the iPod.
“Could
be anything. Tickets for a Floyd reunion or front row season ticket for Spearmint Rhino’s.” Wilson suggested,
“ You’d never know.”
House shrugged.
“If it bothers you open it.” House settled
on a track and eased back into his chair.
“Fine.” Wilson picked up an envelope.
“Ow!”
Wilson cursed, squeezing his finger as blood seeped from the paper cut. Reaching for the box of Kleenex from the bookstand,
he dabbed it carefully. House put down the iPod and reached across the desk. Pulling Wilson’s hand toward him, House
leaned over the desk and studied the finger shrouded in tissue.
“What are you doing?” Wilson protested,
confusion passing across his face as House continued to stare at his finger.
House lifted Wilson’s hand to his
mouth and kissed the tissued finger gently before he let go. Looking up at Wilson he smiled,
“Something you
do for me all the time.”
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