The silence that stretched out was hardly comfortable, but Wilson was also a patient man when he had to be. And as Gregory House's only friend, that was most of the time. For that reason he just leaned back in his seat and threaded his fingers together. Vincent wasn't ignoring him; he was just thinking, and Wilson realized that sometimes that took a while.
When the man finally did speak up, it was only to utter a very short question, though Wilson knew almost immediately what it had to be referring to.
"Eduardo? As far as I know, Vincent, he's gone back to work. I know he's come to visit you a few times. How did that go, by the way?" The file only mentioned that the man had been here once, and with his fiancee in tow. Wilson didn't have any details about what had been said during those visits, though he couldn't imagine they had gone well.
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When the man finally did speak up, it was only to utter a very short question, though Wilson knew almost immediately what it had to be referring to.
"Eduardo? As far as I know, Vincent, he's gone back to work. I know he's come to visit you a few times. How did that go, by the way?" The file only mentioned that the man had been here once, and with his fiancee in tow. Wilson didn't have any details about what had been said during those visits, though he couldn't imagine they had gone well.