>> ha? what is H.M.S. Buttsecks, I wonder? please, could someone tell me?
Wilson returned to his seat, rescuing his rejected toast. “Like the House/Cameron camp is Ham.”
“I hate Ham,” House said sourly.
“Everyone hates Ham.” Wilson took a drink of his coffee, mulling it over. “Wouse or something. That’s sorta fun.”
“Is fun some new street slang for incredibly gay? I never can keep up,” House inquired sarcastically.
“Homoerotic relationships are inherently gay, House,” Wilson replied mildly. “If you want a non-gay relationship title, you are all kinds of SOL.”
>>hahaha "Everyone hates Ham." SOL? what's that? I feel like a fool...
“So, it really bothers you that my name always comes first?”
Wilson folded the paper and looked at his wrist watch. “Bother me? No, not really, I guess. Just so long it’s my name that follows after.” He got up gathering their dishes and taking them out to the kitchen.
“Good,” House called. “’Cuz I’ve already ordered the engraved wedding invitations. You will be changing your name, right?”
Wilson emerged again. “House/House? Uh, I think that would just get confusing.”
House caught Wilson by the wrist before he could go collect his briefcase and pager and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “We’d be Duplex.”
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Date: 2007-11-03 09:02 am (UTC)>> ha? what is H.M.S. Buttsecks, I wonder? please, could someone tell me?
Wilson returned to his seat, rescuing his rejected toast. “Like the House/Cameron camp is Ham.”
“I hate Ham,” House said sourly.
“Everyone hates Ham.” Wilson took a drink of his coffee, mulling it over. “Wouse or something. That’s sorta fun.”
“Is fun some new street slang for incredibly gay? I never can keep up,” House inquired sarcastically.
“Homoerotic relationships are inherently gay, House,” Wilson replied mildly. “If you want a non-gay relationship title, you are all kinds of SOL.”
>>hahaha "Everyone hates Ham."
SOL? what's that? I feel like a fool...
“So, it really bothers you that my name always comes first?”
Wilson folded the paper and looked at his wrist watch. “Bother me? No, not really, I guess. Just so long it’s my name that follows after.” He got up gathering their dishes and taking them out to the kitchen.
“Good,” House called. “’Cuz I’ve already ordered the engraved wedding invitations. You will be changing your name, right?”
Wilson emerged again. “House/House? Uh, I think that would just get confusing.”
House caught Wilson by the wrist before he could go collect his briefcase and pager and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “We’d be Duplex.”
>> duplex, indeed.
I love this!!