house starter for @ircnwrcught
it’s not his desk in not his office and he’s eating not his candy with his feet resting on top of a stack of not his patient files. doesn’t greet the other when the door opens, just pops another piece into his mouth, shaking the bag as wilson steps in the room. “want one? i think they’re drugged. they taste terrible yet i can’t stop eating them.” house peers emphatically into the bag. “though that might be the caffeine pills i so generously sprinkled in.”








