"Yeah, he must be much happier." Chase flashes a sardonic smile of his own, spreading his arms expansively, "Not like there's any sign something could be missing in his life. But, if there was, what could be the clue?"
He shakes his head, turning his attention back to lunch and edging the displaced rows of lettuce and cheese back into straight lines between the bread before taking another bite. She's right, though, Wilson cares too much for his chemo kids and his last chancers, and House to have time for family. Maybe he's not happier without one, but he can't be happy with happiness or he might have made at least one marriage work. Bored without a crisis.
Examining the lump the older doctor's body forms under the sheets, Chase looks more contemplative. "He hasn't seemed any different to me. So I guess they did."
☞ and they won't pretend that they're too busy or that they're not alone
He shakes his head, turning his attention back to lunch and edging the displaced rows of lettuce and cheese back into straight lines between the bread before taking another bite. She's right, though, Wilson cares too much for his chemo kids and his last chancers, and House to have time for family. Maybe he's not happier without one, but he can't be happy with happiness or he might have made at least one marriage work. Bored without a crisis.
Examining the lump the older doctor's body forms under the sheets, Chase looks more contemplative. "He hasn't seemed any different to me. So I guess they did."