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— What are you drinking? — House asked, drumming his fingers on the restaurant table.
Wilson looked at him incredulously and snorted.
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead
We’ll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face.
— Really? We haven’t seen each other in over a year, and you don’t even ask?
House shrugged.
— Fine. Talk about whatever you want. I don’t promise I’ll listen.
Resigned, James shook his head.
— Well, House. I’ll tell you everything. In detail. — A mischievous smile appeared on his face. — And we’re having white wine, by the way — He added casually, noticing the sarcastic look forming on the diagnostician's face.
— Interesting.
James had had enough. But he also had to keep going. So he said:
— House, I think I want this job.
— I know — Greg rolled his eyes. — I’m curious then, what exactly did you want to talk about... — He stopped. It was obvious all the gears in his mind were working very, very hard.
He was really getting tired of this. A moment longer and...
— I know! — House shouted, raising a finger.
The heads of the other guests turned toward them. James sent them an apologetic look.
— You’re getting a divorce again! I’m right, aren’t I? — He looked at the oncologist with satisfaction, taking a piece of garlic bread from his plate as a reward for his impressive deduction.
James nearly laughed. Nearly.
Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, I got a good office
I got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
— No, House. Bonnie isn’t my wife yet.
— What’s with the delay? Oh right, yet — The irony in his voice would have been obvious even to a preschooler. — You probably want to make sure she’s the one....
Enough of this, House. I’m out.
— House, stop. You don’t want to listen to me — talk about yourself then.
— I don’t need to say anything — House shrugged. — Everything’s fine.
Wilson raised an eyebrow.
We lost touch long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Where’s the damn pasta?!