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  Until Death Do Us Part 
 by Mel  

 exist. Just like it hurt for House to be there, right in front of him,
and Wilson had to look away from the expression in those blue eyes: that
honest worry and concern.

House finally sat beside him, his grip on his cane flexing nervously while
his other hand found its way around Wilson's shoulders. A comforting
gesture. One that Wilson was silently pleading for, and he almost
succumbed to his grief completely when it came, but instead he just
quietly wept against House's shoulder.

House just continued to give him his comfort and support. He had once told
Wilson he cared too much before, but he had never warned that in doing so,
he left himself much more vulnerable. Now to have this happen... 

House squinted at nothing. Wilson's wife was dead. Her body had been
crushed in the accident. Wilson had come away only scratched. It was
remarkable, but now Wilson had the heavy burden of grief and guilt. Those
were the symptoms, and there were no witty or sarcastic remarks for this.
All House could do now was to be there for his friend. That was the cure.

So that's what House did.  
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