#every time house smiles it adds 50 years to my lifespan

[ratsalad]

i’m losing my WHOLE goddamn mind

> house challenges wilson to choose at least ONE piece of furniture for their new condo instead of letting other people make choices for him/define who he is, bc according to him, the kind of furniture you get says something about you

> wilson spends ages at a shop looking at chairs and tables but in the end he caves and hires a decorator 

> house calls him a wuss

> but oh, what’s this? wilson’s bought an ORGAN. FOR HOUSE TO PLAY. i’m going to die screaming the implication of this..... that this is what wilson chose, that he looked at an organ that house would love to play and thought “this is me”

> the HOPEFUL APPREHENSION on his face when house uncovers the organ

and the pure childlike joy on house’s when he turns around to look at wilson after playing the phantom of the opera theme

and of course this exchange

love is stored in the organ