Wilson gave a small, cautious smile that didn’t quite smooth out the tension in his shoulders.

"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.