"So, this is it."
Wilson stepped aside and let House into the apartment. Bare walls, functional furniture, minimalist in design and spotless in housekeeping.
House nodded. It's you, he thought. "Right. Back to my place, then?"
Wilson grinned. "No, let's stay here. Besides, I have something you'll like."
For five seconds he was out of House's sight, and the stark absence of anything to watch made Greg notice the scent lingering in the air. It's you, he thought, and relaxed.
"Here it is." Wilson held an acoustic guitar aloft like football he'd punt in a moment.
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