Out of all the things I need to do, this is what I accomplish?

Lordy.

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Wilson was falling through his paperwork in a sort of determined avalanche. Melanoma, leukemia, lymphoma. Non-terminal, remission, nine months to a year. No major thought involved.

Cameron pushed the door of his office open briskly, stamped into the center of his office straight away, and announced, "I've figured out what it is that pisses me off about House so much."

Wilson was quiet and still for a moment, and then he leaned back in his chair but was quiet for a little longer, and then he breathed out slowly and hazarded, "It's just for one reason?"

"It's the way he steers conversations away from himself! He never answers questions with anything other than 'yes' or 'no', unless he can quote it from a textbook."

Wilson took a slow look around his office for hidden cameras. "...Yes…that's what House does."

"I don't think I've gotten more than five personal pieces of information from him in three years! Apparently, growing up he had no friends, family, parents…"

"Um. You've met House before, I'm pretty sure."

She threw her arms up. "How can you possibly live with him?"

Wilson smiled, somewhat guiltily. "Well. Suppressing my curiosity?"

She just shook her head, exasperated, and stalked out again.

Wilson leaned back against the pliable spine of his chair. House.

Yes, he had a way of giving people information.

Wilson like to think of it as the letting-them-assume-something-and-then-running-with-it style.

Also shortened to 'lying'.

So, there were truths in the things House told others. The trick was getting to the truth without being trapped into assuming something else first.

It just took a little practice.

And being very good as suppressing curiosity until it was worth the fight for information.