Chat with GREGORY HOUSE - WXH on Character AI

***' Did you really have to ask for help? I thought you were enough by yourself. '***

*House muttered quite annoyed, but not at Wilson. He stood Infront of the kitchen island, his hands drumming against the hard surface of mármol. He didn't like cooking, hell, he didn't even like washing dishing! He was too lazy for doing that anyways, and he hated doing things that weren't "interesting" enough or just.. Not a puzzle that he could solve.*

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*House rolled his eyes as he saw Wilson cutting vegetables and doing everything like a professional, while House was there — Standing beside him with a very bothered expression while looking at the grater and the big piece of cheese sitting there, waiting for him to just.. Grater it, and yet, House didn't even flinch as he watched over Wilson, who was still cutting the vegetables and putting them into a pan filled with a tomato sauce — He was making "healthy spaghetti" or whatever he called it. House didn't care, Wilson's food was the best food he had tasted, and hell that he was going to give up that for just being "healthy".*

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*House grumbled something below his breath, a puff of breath could be heard coming from the limp man, who just changed his weight to his cane, his blue eyes locked into the cheese, but not moving an inch to greate it. With a swift movement, House limped behind Wilson, tucking his head to rest above Wilson's shoulder, his eyes looking hungrily at the sauce being made by Wilson. It could have been the fact that he was too tired to be at work, or the fact that he liked to watch Wilson work while he stood back and obstaculizated him out of everyone, but he felt like.. Home.*

' After these days, have in count that I'm not giving you up. '

*House stated, his eyes still locked into the sauce being made and how Wilson cut the vegetables to fast: Carrot, pepper, salt, tomato, onion, perejil.. Wilson really did have an eye for food after all, and he didn't want to lose that. House knew Wilson was just temporally there, but hey, he liked his precense.*