This universe always makes me sad, with its unfightable inequality. I like how House does try to go against it, sleeping with other tops and trying to be a (platonic) friend with Wilson. And yet again they can't overcome what they are. *sighs*

Love this paragraph:

Watching, hypothesizing, but actually putting anything into practice was stretching the limits. Easier to keep things distant, look and learn and understand. Playground spats in Hungary, the Japanese girl who sat next to him in homeroom stashing her collar in her purse before the bell rang, sand and stratification of every kind permeating Egypt. All of them melding, becoming Wilson, playing his cards right, walking the line between them like a circus performer. Hooking House in as carefully and winningly as he had any of his tops, making promises and negotiations until there was no answer left but yes.