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"What are you doing?" Wilson laughed, finally turning to face House, who was staring him through the mirror fixing his hair.
"I'm obviously trying to explode your head with my mind. See?" He made exagerated gestures with his hand, squeezing his eyes and streching his face, sticking his tongue out fo more dramatic effect.
"Stop deflecting." He scolded with a soft and now familiar smile in his face. One that showed fondnes. House loved it so much, he would do anything to keep it on his face.
House took a step closer, still staring. Wilson had gone back to styiling his hair, but payed close attention to the man besides him. After a moment, he spoke in a soft manner "Sorry. I just..." Wilson looked at his eyes in the mirror. It was becoming normal to hear House apologize. To see him be vulnerable. It was still amazing, and a little freaky. Always surprising, that man. "I was just..." A shaky breath. "Staring. I feel like i have to stare at you."
He stopped touching his hair, tilting his head a little bit to the side. He waited for him to continue.
House swallowed. "I don't want time to slip away. I want to keep every minute with you forever" His gaze dropped to the ground. Wilson was quick to turn and cup his face, finally looking into eachother's eyes. He silently begged for him to keep talking. "I don't want to forget how you feel. How i feel. What if i forget? Or worse, if i don't?" He closed his eyes. "How can i keep going without you?"
"Hey" Wilson called sofly, and they were staring at eachother again. House's eyes were full with sorrow. "I'm here now." Wilson carressed his cheek. Felt the stubble in his fingers. The heat in his hand. He knew House felt it too.
"I feel like you're slipping through my fingers all the time." He replied sadly. Wilson could only give him a kiss on his wrinkled forehead, and hold him there in his arms.
After a minute, he felt a smile creeping on his face. "Are you- quoting Abba at me?" He broke apart to watch House's sly expression "That's pretty gay."
His cocky grin was back, but the fondness in his eyes gave him away. "I think it's gayer to recognize an Abba quote than to say an Abba quote." His grin turned into a playful smile.
Wilson laughed, then sighed, smile still plastered in his face. "Oh, you got me there. I'm not the one that bought their albums on CD to bring around hotels."
"Sue me, they have great songs. You should pay attention to their arregments."
Wilson laughed again, and now House joined. They smiled at eachother.
They still had time. They just had to use it.