Wilson didn’t say anything, just gave Nyx a brief, measured nod. But his gaze flicked sideways toward House.

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.