One more Drabble

[evila_elf]

For patterns_rhyme



Wilson had let himself into House’s apartment, and was now lounging on the couch, waiting for his friend to get home. It had been a long day. For everyone. Crisis after major crisis had staff hopping.

House arrived home a half hour later and plopped down, turning so his bare feet were in Wilson’s lap. “Massage, James,” he said with posh accent, wiggling toes.

Wilson gave one a half-hearted pinch.

“You’re fired.”

Wilson rested his hand on the tops of House’s feet, eyes getting heavy.

“No sleeping on the job.”

But Wilson’s head was already back, eyes closed, mouth open.



I ran out of words lol