A/N: Happy Thanksgiving, all! Hope you enjoy this! Not slash, just pure friendship.
"You're
going to lose him." "And that will be depressing but
it will only make me appreciate all the good things that I
They were almost going to go out to a fancy restaurant. If Wilson was almost not falling asleep, and if House was almost willing to wait in line---they would've gone. Instead, they found themselves on House's couch, in sweats, sharing a large pizza and beer. Typical Thanksgiving. No family. No turkey. No aunt who has extremely embarrassing stories about when you were a little kid, selling boy scout cookies to an old dog-collecting-fetish lady. Just them. And they wouldn't have it any other way.
"What is with this guy and Christmas movies?" House said, nodding to the TV where Tim Allen's Christmas with the Kranks was showing. It wasn't even Christmas...yet.
"I don't know, why don't you ask him?" Wilson answered between bites. It was true. Tim needed to stop making movies that involve the holidays. However cheerful they are.
"Well I'll just have to get one of his co-workers for his next movie to 'accidentally' trip him over with his foot in a room full of crew equipment so that the injury will be so fatal they will have no choice but to come to Princeton--" at this point, Wilson was already laughing "--Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in New Jersey attention Dr. House, and then I'll have to tell him all about this little conversation with my buddy Jimmy about how we're gonna get him over here just to pop that question...why, Mr. Allen, do you insist on making Christmas movies? And we get it, we know you're the Santa Clause. We don't need a part IV." He took a sip of beer, watching his friend laugh at his speech. Wilson never knew it, but House loved it when he laughed. He hardly laughed at anything lately.
"Tell Tim I miss Home Improvement while you're at it"
"I'll tell Tim he has cancer so he can take a trip down to the Oncology ward, then you can tell him yourself."
The rest of the night carried on the same way, with pointless little conversations while watching holiday-themed movies. They eventually finished the pizza and beer, and found themselves slouched on the couch, legs up on the table, and a blue-colored wool blanket over them. House's eyes were closed, and Wilson was struggling to keep his open for the ending of The Family Stone. Subtly, House kept inching closer to Wilson until his head rested upon his chest. Wilson casually flung his arm around his shoulders. As if it was normal. As if they had done this every night. Like big brother and little brother. Like father and son...like friends.
Just when Wilson was about to finally give in to sleep, he heard a soft murmur coming from a half-asleep House.
"Jimmy...?"
"Yeah?"
"...Thank you."
For a moment, he had to think about it. House just thanked him. Tomorrow morning, he'll blame it on the beers. Or even deny that he said it. But for this very moment, he knew that House meant it. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for letting me steal your lunch. Thank you for almost going to jail and risking your job for me. Thank you for screwing up your marriages just to be with me. Thank you for staying with me through all these years. Thank you for everything.
Wilson held him just a little bit closer.
"You're welcome."
A/N:You know what a writer is thankful for? Reviews! Yes! Thank you, and have a nice Thanksgiving!