By the time House realizes that Wilson is trying to break him, he's so far gone that it doesn't matter.
It's too late.
A subtly disparaging choice of words here or there, apparently well-intentioned advice that only serves to make House feel more pathetic and useless than ever... every seemingly innocent incident makes more and more dependent upon Wilson, and bring him farther under the younger man's control.
Wilson alternates between cold and distant and punishing, and tender and sweet and comforting, until House doesn't know what to think... doesn't know what he deserves... doesn't even know what he wants anymore.
Wilson's gradually withheld his Vicodin from him during this time as well, making it so hard on him that House would rather deal with the pain than with Wilson's wrath.
On the day he realizes how much he's changed -- how much Wilson's changed him -- he is quiet and withdrawn, trying to work up the nerve to say what he wants to say.
Just as Wilson is about to walk out the door, House stops him with a single, soft word.
"Why?"
Wilson instantly senses the weight of the simple question, perceives its meaning immediately. He considers a moment, calm and thoughtful when at last he responds.
"Sometimes... you have to completely destroy what you were... in order to become something better."
House watches him go in silence, appearing to accept Wilson's explanation. It's only after he's gone that House murmurs a desolate argument that only he will hear. He's long ago lost the nerve to say these words to Wilson's face.
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Date: 2009-04-14 03:10 am (UTC)It's too late.
A subtly disparaging choice of words here or there, apparently well-intentioned advice that only serves to make House feel more pathetic and useless than ever... every seemingly innocent incident makes more and more dependent upon Wilson, and bring him farther under the younger man's control.
Wilson alternates between cold and distant and punishing, and tender and sweet and comforting, until House doesn't know what to think... doesn't know what he deserves... doesn't even know what he wants anymore.
Wilson's gradually withheld his Vicodin from him during this time as well, making it so hard on him that House would rather deal with the pain than with Wilson's wrath.
On the day he realizes how much he's changed -- how much Wilson's changed him -- he is quiet and withdrawn, trying to work up the nerve to say what he wants to say.
Just as Wilson is about to walk out the door, House stops him with a single, soft word.
"Why?"
Wilson instantly senses the weight of the simple question, perceives its meaning immediately. He considers a moment, calm and thoughtful when at last he responds.
"Sometimes... you have to completely destroy what you were... in order to become something better."
House watches him go in silence, appearing to accept Wilson's explanation. It's only after he's gone that House murmurs a desolate argument that only he will hear. He's long ago lost the nerve to say these words to Wilson's face.
"Who says you get to decide what's better?"