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.