He realized he'd been putting this off for a while, perhaps because it wasn't a conversation he wanted to have. He still wasn't sure it was a good idea, going to Cameron, but the other options didn't seem any better. He'd rather go to a doctor from his own world, because he knew them better; this was complicated only by the fact that he didn't want House to know about this. Somehow, he'd decided that he considered Cameron the most trustworthy in that regard. Admittedly, he was sure she cared about House more than she'd admit to, but he knew that she understood the value of keeping things from House as well as anyone.
Mostly, he didn't doubt that House could convince Chase to tell him anything with the right incentive. And Cuddy, well, if she hadn't left, Wilson was half-afraid that she'd decide to go tell House in some well-intentioned but misguided effort to show that he cared, an attempt to facilitate communication between them.
He was fine with making that kind of misguided effort himself, but he wasn't comfortable with the idea of having someone else compromise what little privacy he had left from House (which, with their living situation here, didn't amount to much) to set one of their own into motion. It was better to leave such things to those experienced in these battlefields.
He'd come to this conclusion some time ago, shortly after his return; he'd even mentioned it to her, albeit vaguely, and just hadn't acted on it. But the bottle he'd had with him was nearly empty... he didn't have any more time to put it off. He didn't plan to stay on them for long, but he wasn't prepared to go cold turkey, either. So he waited for an opportune moment to come up, and here it seemed to be; Cameron was alone in the clinic office, and not another soul - especially those belonging to House or Chase - was in sight. He stepped in quietly, lingering by the doorway.
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Mostly, he didn't doubt that House could convince Chase to tell him anything with the right incentive. And Cuddy, well, if she hadn't left, Wilson was half-afraid that she'd decide to go tell House in some well-intentioned but misguided effort to show that he cared, an attempt to facilitate communication between them.
He was fine with making that kind of misguided effort himself, but he wasn't comfortable with the idea of having someone else compromise what little privacy he had left from House (which, with their living situation here, didn't amount to much) to set one of their own into motion. It was better to leave such things to those experienced in these battlefields.
He'd come to this conclusion some time ago, shortly after his return; he'd even mentioned it to her, albeit vaguely, and just hadn't acted on it. But the bottle he'd had with him was nearly empty... he didn't have any more time to put it off. He didn't plan to stay on them for long, but he wasn't prepared to go cold turkey, either. So he waited for an opportune moment to come up, and here it seemed to be; Cameron was alone in the clinic office, and not another soul - especially those belonging to House or Chase - was in sight. He stepped in quietly, lingering by the doorway.
"Cameron? Do you have a moment?"