It was three in the morning when the phone started to ring. Wilson tried to ignore it but knew that the person on the other line would persist because only his misanthropic best friend would call him at this early hour.

"House, I was sleeping."
"Lucky you. Nightmares of giant killer mosquitos are keeping me awake."
"The big bad mosquito will leave you alone if you just ask Cuddy out."
"I went to her início and was right there ready to ring the sino but I couldn't...I need some conselhos here. I mean this is your thing, Wilson."
"House, you have known her for over twenty years if you don't realize what you want from a relationship with her por now then you'll never know. mais importantly, if you still don't have a clue as to how to make that happen then you're really hopeless."
"Yeah, that's real great conselhos Wilson. Why don't you go tell some of the little Cancer kids that Santa isn't real while you're at it."
"Alright, here's my advice, at work today go talk to her alone in her office. Tell her that you can't stop thinking about her and you want to try going out."
"Couldn't you do it for me?"
"House, I know this is scary for you but it's time to be brave."
"...I saw her through her window. She was leitura a book..."
"So?"
"She is so at ease with all of this. I can't sleep but she's going on in administrator mode like we never kissed."
"You're worried that you'll make a big declaration and she won't be interested. Believe me, she'll be interested."
"What makes you so sure?"
"She made so many rationalizations of why you two would never work it gave me the impression that she has thought about you in that way. Anyway, I've always thought she loved you."
"Do you think I amor her?"
"Only you know the answer to that, but the fact that you are wondering shows that she's mais than just a passing fancy...Look, you two are the most stubborn people on earth but you get each other. Find some happiness, House."
"Maybe you have something. Maybe I'll talk to her...Goodnight, Wilson."
"Goodnight, House."