Stacy always seemed to either rushed ahead to open doors, or lagged behind, reminding him with every step how slow he was now. Wilson just strolled beside him.
Stacy always wanted to know how the session went and if he’d made progress. Wilson told him about the latest hospital gossip.
Stacy fidgeted as he climbed in the car, reaching over to give him a hand when he didn’t need one, nearly knocking him over in her clumsy attempts to support him. Wilson waited while House settled himself into the seat, then tossed the crutches into the backseat without a word.
This is all proof of Wilson being so much better for him than Stacy. ;D
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Date: 2007-09-01 12:20 am (UTC)Stacy always wanted to know how the session went and if he’d made progress. Wilson told him about the latest hospital gossip.
Stacy fidgeted as he climbed in the car, reaching over to give him a hand when he didn’t need one, nearly knocking him over in her clumsy attempts to support him. Wilson waited while House settled himself into the seat, then tossed the crutches into the backseat without a word.
This is all proof of Wilson being so much better for him than Stacy. ;D
I like it alot. :D