❛ if you want me to trust you , you’re gonna have to tell me the plan . ❜ - wilson; @impathize
“ --- you know,” this is drawn out while house bends forward as much as he can to place a small -- suspicous-looking-hey-is-that-a-listening-wire button underneath cuddy’s desk. his long arm manages to press it into place and house grins triumphantly as he straightens back up, leaning on his cane before he looks over at wilson. “ --- sounds more like a personal problem,” he motions for the oncologist to follow him as he pulls open the door and limps quickly back out into the hallway.
once he’s certain he’s put enough distance between the office and himself, he slows down just a tad, a look of proud satisfaction still lingering on his expression. “ --- for a man that let me take $5000 without blinking an eye, you’re being awfully pushy.” he says, as he practically pushes wilson into an empty exam room where he pulls out another device, plugging it into his ear. “cuddy’s been sneaky all week. time to see what she’s up to.”
