With that, he goes to Wilson's office, which is almost totally packed except for one mood-light-providing desk lamp. He sincerely says he's sorry, and that he knows it was a freak accident and he didn't want it to happen, he still feels like crap since CTB is dead because of him, and also because that's what Cuddy told him to say so I really don't know if he means it or not. In any case, it doesn't matter. Wilson says he doesn't blame House for CTB's death. He wanted to, and reviewed CTB's case file a hundred times to find a way to do it, but there wasn't one. It wasn't House's fault. "Then ... we're okay?" House asks; "Maybe I can help?" Oh, not so much, House. "We're not okay," Wilson says, getting angry. He isn't leaving because of CTB's death. He told everyone that to protect House from the real reason. And now Wilson says what he's probably wanted to say for either the last two months or however many years he's known House. House is incapable of feeling anything but misery. He spreads it everywhere he goes and manipulates people because he can't have a real relationship. And Wilson has enabled it for years, which lead House to thinking he had the right to call for a ride from the bar at midnight in the first place and CTB's death. The consequences were too high this time, and Wilson is through. "I have to take care of myself. We're not friends anymore, House. I'm not sure we ever were." Oh, ouch. House just stands there, saying nothing but looking like he just got punched in the stomach. Wilson takes his last box and leaves. Wow ... I really didn't see that coming. For that matter, neither did House.
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