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When he picked him up at the airport (late, after multiple flight delays), the first words House heard out of Wilson's mouth in almost two years were: “Seriously? Two years of radio silence, and you can’t even get out of the car?”
He took them straight from the airport to a bar, and to be fair Wilson did look at Nyx's file before they started getting drinking.
And after House dropped Wilson off at the hotel, things he'd said were just running through House's mind, he always had these stupidly true little jabs.
You’re not your worst moment. You never were.
Honestly I never really thought that your sexuality was limited to people who annoyed you in one specific gender.
You keep insisting it’s casual, but I’ve never seen you this careful.
You’d rather be right than happy. You always have.
God House fucking hated that about him.
He picked him up the next morning and brought him to Nyx's place. How did Wilson always look so fucking put together? "I see you remembered your hair gel," he said as Wilson climbed into his car.
"You must really like this guy, you're wearing a clean shirt," Wilson returned.
It wasn't long before they were standing in front of Nyx's door. When he opened it, House held out a box. "I brought bagels," he said.
He took them straight from the airport to a bar, and to be fair Wilson did look at Nyx's file before they started getting drinking.
And after House dropped Wilson off at the hotel, things he'd said were just running through House's mind, he always had these stupidly true little jabs.
You’re not your worst moment. You never were.
Honestly I never really thought that your sexuality was limited to people who annoyed you in one specific gender.
You keep insisting it’s casual, but I’ve never seen you this careful.
You’d rather be right than happy. You always have.
God House fucking hated that about him.
He picked him up the next morning and brought him to Nyx's place. How did Wilson always look so fucking put together? "I see you remembered your hair gel," he said as Wilson climbed into his car.
"You must really like this guy, you're wearing a clean shirt," Wilson returned.
It wasn't long before they were standing in front of Nyx's door. When he opened it, House held out a box. "I brought bagels," he said.
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Date: 2025-04-20 09:09 pm (UTC)"Thanks," he said, glancing past him at the other man who he could only assume was Wilson. "Um, you just missed Will. Come on in," he added, gesturing for them to come inside.
The kitchen was clean, but in the living room smoke still hung in the air and his guitar was taking up most of the sofa. He'd been writing again, lately.
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Date: 2025-04-20 09:25 pm (UTC)House bit his tongue to keep from asking if Will had left anything behind. Syringes, for example.
"Nyx, Wilson. Wilson, Nyx." He walked into the kitchen and began to make coffee, clearly comfortable there.
"Uh, hi," said Wilson awkwardly. "You can call me James if you like."
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Date: 2025-04-20 09:30 pm (UTC)He stood his guitar back up in the corner, cleaning off the sofa and the table.
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Date: 2025-04-20 09:42 pm (UTC)“It’s no problem,” he said, his voice easy and reassuring. “You’ve got a lot going on.”
"How are you feeling?" House asked from the kitchen.
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Date: 2025-04-20 09:52 pm (UTC)"I'm fine, I'm alright," Nyx said, though it was a load of shit. He gestured for James to sit, gaze drifting to House in the kitchen. "Was your flight alright?" he asked James. "I always forget how big America is until I've got to get across it," he admitted, sitting down as well.
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Date: 2025-04-20 10:06 pm (UTC)“The flight was long,” he admitted. “But I was bribed with legroom and guilt, so it balanced out.”
A pause, then a slight tilt of his head.
“I take it you're working on music again. That's great."
House walked back in with two cups of coffee, and handed one to Wilson. "You want tea, Nyx?" At the question about music he remembered that Wilson had been aware of Nyx. 'You're sleeping with a rock star?' he'd asked, surprised.
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Date: 2025-04-20 10:18 pm (UTC)"Oh, no, I have a cup I was drinking somewhere around here," he assured House, glancing around, then spotting his cup from earlier. It was cold now, but that had never stopped him from drinking it.
"And yeah, I'm working on a new album. Or, well, I think I am. I've got a few tracks going."
He pulled his feet up onto the couch, looking quite small as he held his cup near his chest.
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Date: 2025-04-20 10:23 pm (UTC)“That’s impressive,” he said gently. “Keeping your creative brain working while you’re dealing with all this? That’s not easy.”
House couldn't help but notice that he didn't say while you’re sick. He didn’t say while you're high. He just let it mean whatever Nyx needed it to.
House put a hand on Nyx's shoulder briefly before moving to sit beside him.
“But it makes sense," Wilson continued. "Sometimes working on something that feels like it’s yours can make everything else a little more tolerable.” A small smile. “Or at least keep you from throwing your phone across the room when people keep calling to check in.”
He set his coffee down on the table, folding his hands loosely in his lap.
“You mind if I ask how you’ve been feeling lately? Just a little background before we talk through anything more clinical. No pressure. Just a conversation.”
It had been a long time since House had seen Wilson's bedside manner. It of course blew his out of the water.
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Date: 2025-04-20 10:46 pm (UTC)"Um, yeah, sure," he said with a small nod, moving closer to House without even noticing he was doing it. "I mean, I feel fine. Physically, I mean. ...Sometimes I get tired."
He paused a beat, then offered something more honest. "Actually, I get tired a lot," he admitted.
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Date: 2025-04-20 10:51 pm (UTC)House could see the kindness in Wilson's eyes. If it were directed at anyone but Nyx he'd find it incredibly annoying.
He put a hand on Nyx's knee without even thinking about it.
“Anyway, I’m just here to get to know you," Wilson said. "And figure out what you need."
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Date: 2025-04-20 11:06 pm (UTC)Nyx nodded a bit, pushing his hair back with one hand.
"They want to start me on chemo," he said. "Is that what you'd do?"
His hand moved to rest on top of Greg's as he spoke.
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Date: 2025-04-21 12:57 am (UTC)“Chemo’s the right call. No question there.”
He set his coffee down on the table, folding his hands together thoughtfully.
“I saw in your chart that your team’s leaning toward a slower ramp-up. And I understand why—they’re worried about how your body will handle it, especially with recent substance use in the mix.”
His gaze didn’t shift away. And his tone didn’t change—there was no judgment in it. Just clarity.
“But I think you’re stronger than they’re giving you credit for. And if we wait too long, or go too soft out of caution, we give the leukemia more time to dig in. You’re young. Your labs aren’t perfect, but they’re not crashing. And you've got support,” he added, flicking a glance at House.
House let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Then, more gently from Wilson:
“I’d like to examine you thought if that's okay. So you're more than numbers on a page." He nodded to the bag he brought in. "Enough for some vitals anyway."
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Date: 2025-04-21 01:11 am (UTC)Nyx glanced at House, as though seeking permission, before snapping out of it and reminding himself this was his body, his choice, his life.
"If you think that would help," he agreed, nodding slightly. "Alright."
He felt nervous though, it didn't matter how many doctors he'd seen recently, it never got easier.
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Date: 2025-04-21 02:00 am (UTC)House looked for a moment like he ight say something , maybe even object, but finally he just got to his feet so they could switch places, squeezing Nyx’s hand first.
Wilson moved slowly as if he were giving Nyx time to breathe, to settle.
“No fluorescent lights, no paper gowns, and I left the cold stethoscope in my other bag,” he added with a small smile.
Then, as he pulled the blood pressure cuff from his bag and offered it without reaching:
“Okay?”
“I think he can handle a little squeeze on his arm, Jimmy,” House said, thinking Wilson was laying the kind doctor thing on rather thick.
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Date: 2025-04-21 02:08 am (UTC)"It's fine," he assured Wilson, glancing over at Greg. "I've been poked and prodded in every way possible this week. Just do what you need to do. It's shocking how fast you get over it all."
He let Wilson do what he needed to, but his gaze kept drifting to House. He was grateful for all this, he really was, but part of him wanted to just go to bed. To hide under the covers and never come out. The idea of sleeping forever was beyond tempting.
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Date: 2025-04-21 02:29 am (UTC)“You’d be surprised,” he said mildly, beginning to inflate the cuff. “Some patients never get used to any of this. I once had a guy faint at the sight of his own chart. Ironically, he was a surgeon.”
He watched the dial, counting silently, then let the pressure release with a quiet hiss.
“But you’re not wrong,” he added, shifting to check Nyx’s pulse with fingers against his wrist. “It does become routine. Especially when you don’t have the luxury of being delicate.”
Pause.
“And sometimes when someone acts like they’re fine, it’s because they’re trying to convince the people around them not to worry.” He glanced toward House. “Some people hide how they're struggling so no one tries to make them stop. House wrote the playbook.”
"Oh for fuck's sake," muttered House.
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Date: 2025-04-21 11:13 am (UTC)Nyx could feel the tension between them, and for all Wilson seemed very kind and gentle, he could tell there was upset there directed at House.
"We all grin and bear it a bit," Nyx said. "None of us is an open book really, we're all always pretending something."
He got the feeling Wilson was the sort of person who was pretending most of the time.
Wilson finished, and Nyx watched him for a long moment. "I plan to keep working through my treatment. I want to keep doing the show, and I agreed to do a few concerts with a friend. I can do that, right?"
He wasn't stupid, he knew he was going to be tired, that the chemo would chip away at him bit by bit. He'd watched it happen to his sister, seen as her skin had started to go slightly gray and her beautiful hair had fallen out in clumps. When she'd finally given in and chopped it all off, he helped her wrap a scarf around what remained. She'd smiled through it all- Nyx couldn't imagine smiling through any of it. He didn't want to stop though, he didn't want to slow down.
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Date: 2025-04-21 11:45 am (UTC)He leaned back slightly, pausing.
“But I’m going to be honest with you, because better to hear it from me than crash into it later: you’re already running on fumes.”
House had a feeling he knew what Wilson was about to say; he'd already suspected, but hadn't say taken Nyx's blood pressure to confirm.
“Your heart rate’s elevated, your blood pressure dips when you shift, and you’re showing the early signs of dehydration. Which means right now, before we’ve even started chemo, your body’s telling me it’s already in a deficit. And that's not just the disease."
A pause. Just enough to give Nyx a chance to fill in the blank.
Then, gently, “Whatever you’ve been using to cope—it might’ve worked for a while. But this is a different kind of fight. And we need your body clear enough to handle what’s coming.”
His expression didn't show a hint of judgment, which House found a bit ironic considering expressions he'd gotten from Wilson over the years.
"We need a plan that keeps you on your feet without hollowing you out," Wilson continued. "You can keep working. But only if we make your health part of that schedule, not an afterthought. That means fluids. Real meals. Sleep that lasts longer than a nap in a trailer between takes. And maybe also we need to get you support—medical, therapeutic, human—whatever makes the most sense."
He glanced at House, and House imagined that he was biting back some kind of comment about House's appropriateness as a sober companion.
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Date: 2025-04-21 12:00 pm (UTC)"I'm not using. ...I mean-" Nyx paused to straighten his thoughts out, then took a calming breath. "It's not habitual, or whatever they'd call it. Sometimes I take something to come down a bit, that's all. It's never been easy to sleep all night, it's been worse lately."
He pushed his hair back again, and slumped back in his seat. "I stopped with the coke, and I'm not doing anything too heavy..." A lie, he'd shot up only days ago, and had been itching for more ever since. "I don't think I'm drinking as much..."
He wasn't drinking much less though. Nyx had always been an addict, from cigarettes to booze, before creeping onto the harder stuff. He'd managed to kick a heroin habit a few years before coming to the states, but having dabbled again recently, he knew he was teetering on the edge of falling right back into it. It was just how he functioned. Without something in his system, he tended to slip right back into depression.
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Date: 2025-04-21 12:42 pm (UTC)"I'm not- I mean I shot up, but it was once," Nyx said, looking a bit upset.
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Date: 2025-04-21 01:54 pm (UTC)Wilson looked at touch surprised at House's reaction capitulation, but then turned his attention to Nyx, still no judgment in his voice. "Thank you for telling me. Still information we need. Not because I’m going to put it in some chart and report it to someone, but because it affects your treatment—your body’s ability to handle what we’re about to throw at it.”
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Date: 2025-04-21 03:27 pm (UTC)Nyx nodded a little, but he seemed further away now. The walls were coming up, and he was retreating into himself bit by bit.
"I'll stop," he said. "It's fine, I'll stop."
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:01 am (UTC)Then, finally, quietly: “It’s not about saying you’ll stop." Pause. "I’ve seen people mean it. I’ve meant it. That doesn’t make it stick. And I'm not suggesting you go to rehab or something, Nyx, just - "
Wilson finished the sentence for him. "You need a plan. Chemo’s going to make everything harder—sleep, pain, mood, even your sense of time. And when all of that’s slipping, even a small temptation will hit hard. So we build in safeguards."
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:14 am (UTC)"Like what?" Nyx asked, glancing between the pair. "How do you safeguard against addiction?"
He looked right at Greg when he asked that, fully aware the other man had a problem when it came to painkillers.
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:43 am (UTC)House suddenly looked... uncomfortable.
“You build routines that leave less room for the dark stuff to sneak in," Wilson continued. "You sleep. You eat. You move your body even when you don’t want to. You make lists, and plans. And you also make sure the people around you know how to watch for the red flags before they turn into an emergency. Also doctors who know that even better."
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:59 am (UTC)"Right, but... There are people in my life who tend to, um... I suppose enable is the term I should use. People I can't just cut out," Nyx admitted, thinking of Will. "It's harder sometimes. Really hard."
He glanced at House, then wet his lips again with another nervous flick of his tongue.
"I'm gonna try, but fuck ups happen."
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Date: 2025-04-26 12:45 am (UTC)“You can’t control what they do," Wilson said. "You can control what you plan for, at least. That’s where we start.”
House's expression softened a little. "You can try. That's good."
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Date: 2025-04-26 12:50 am (UTC)Nyx nodded a little, leaning back in his seat and looking thoughtful for a moment.
"So what happens next?" he asked finally.
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Date: 2025-04-26 01:52 pm (UTC)He ticked the points off on his fingers.
"First, we get updated labs. Blood counts, organ function, full panel. No assumptions off old data."
He looked at House deliberately. "You can either bully his oncologist into ordering them or I can write a very polite, very aggressive letter. Your choice."
House grunted but didn’t argue.
"Second," Wilson continued, turning back to Nyx, "you follow up with your primary oncologist. I’ll draft a recommendation—treatment shouldn’t be delayed unless those labs show a real reason. We go in strong, controlled, not half-measures."
Wilson softened slightly before continuing. "Third, we set you up with some support before chemo starts. Fluids, nutrition, someone on-call to help with the mental health side of things if you need it. Nothing heavy-handed. No hand-holding unless you ask for it."
"And finally," Wilson added, flicking his eyes toward House with faint amusement, "your local support system. Meaning House gets to pretend to be a responsible adult. And he can also keep me looped in from afar on your progress."
This was roughly the sort of thing House had expected, so he only nodded.
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Date: 2025-04-26 02:01 pm (UTC)It all felt overwhelming, but Nyx nodded. It was fine, he was relatively good at going where he was meant to go and doing what was asked. That's all this was, at its core, going from place to place and doing as he was asked.
He'd be fine. This was... Fine.
"So when's your wedding?" he asked, changing the subject. He was done thinking about cancer. "Greg's mentioned it a few times."
Kind of true. He'd mentioned it twice.
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Date: 2025-04-27 01:29 pm (UTC)House didn't respond to that.
"It's possible you'll be well enough to attend," Wilson continued to Nyx. "If you start right away, things will be roughest at the beginning, and then it goes in phases, depending on how things progress."
House added quickly, "There are options for writing around this in the show. We can talk through them."
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Date: 2025-04-27 02:49 pm (UTC)"Yeah, no, I want to keep filming," Nyx insisted. "I don't want to stop working, Greg."
He didn't comment on the date thing, he didn't want to assume House wanted him to come.
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Date: 2025-04-27 05:40 pm (UTC)House added, "And like I said, the show can adjust. You get a few dramatic hospital scenes, we call it method acting, everybody wins."
Then he added, too offhand to be casual, "And for the record, RSVP or not, you’re still my date. Unless you’ve got a better offer."
He didn’t look at Nyx when he said it, just sipped his coffee like the conversation was about the weather.
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Date: 2025-04-27 06:06 pm (UTC)Nyx glanced at Wilson, trying to gauge his reaction.
"It would be nice to go with you," he assured Greg. "I just didn't want to assume."
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Date: 2025-04-27 08:44 pm (UTC)House set his coffee cup on the table and it hit with a soft thud.
"You're not assuming," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're invited."
He looked down, almost muttering. "Didn't fly James across the country to patch up just anybody."
It slipped out too easily, too honest. And the second it was said, House grimaced slightly—already regretting giving that much away.
Wilson's lips twitched. "You really know how to make a guy feel special," he said lightly. There was a mix of exasperation and fondness in his voice.
House shot him a look that was pure irritation—and pure deflection. "You're just jealous he's prettier than you."
Wilson just sat back, sipping his coffee around a smirk.
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Date: 2025-04-27 09:06 pm (UTC)Nyx laughed awkwardly, pushing his hair back and doing his best not to fidget.
"Well, I'm sorry we're not meeting under better circumstances," he assured him.
He glanced between the pair a little, then wet his lips with a quick flick of his tongue. "Must be nice to get to see one another again, Greg told me it's been a while."
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Date: 2025-04-27 10:30 pm (UTC)"Yeah," he said, glancing at House. "It’s been... a while."
House gave a short, humorless laugh under his breath. "Guess I'm not a great conversation starter when the last thing you said was under oath."
Wilson winced. Finally he said, "I did what I thought was right." Not defensive. Just tired. "And well, we're here now."
House shrugged—small, stiff. "Water under the burning bridge," he muttered. "And, you know. I didn't exactly have a lot of people I felt like calling." It wasn't exactly forgiveness, but it was something.
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Date: 2025-04-27 10:51 pm (UTC)Nyx wasn't looking to start a fight between the pair, and let it be for now. Besides, he could tell Greg was trying.
"You should take him out tonight," Nyx suggested to House, nodding at Wilson. "I know a guy who can get you a table at that new seafood place."
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Date: 2025-04-28 12:44 am (UTC)Wilson rolled his eyes. "I'm not wearing a tie."
"You will be if we go out. You can't have changed that much in two years."
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Date: 2025-04-28 12:51 am (UTC)"I don't know, I'm really tired," Nyx admitted. "Besides, I'm sure you'd both like to catch up."
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Date: 2025-05-01 12:15 am (UTC)"You don't have to look after me," he insisted quietly, not wanting House to think he had to start looking after him. He didn't want to be anyone's burden. "It's fine. I'm fine. Haven't even started treatment, right? Let me save up my favours for when I'm falling apart," he joked with an awkward laugh.
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Date: 2025-05-01 02:53 am (UTC)"Fine," he said. "But if Wilson starts talking about wedding seating charts, I’m faking a stroke."
Wilson gave him a look, but didn’t interrupt. He knew that tone. That was House’s version of letting go.
House rubbed the back of his neck. "Let me know if you change your mind?"
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Date: 2025-05-01 03:05 am (UTC)"I will," Nyx promised, getting up and making his way over to House. For a moment he was worried he might be doing something wrong- Exposing things Greg might not want exposed in front of his friend, but he still leaned in and kissed him softly.
"Thank you," he said quietly.