[ He was equal parts expecting House to push him -gently- away, equal parts figuring it would be for the best if he did, and equal parts relieved when skilled medical fingers tangled with his own. Will flexed his hand, settling his fingers even more comfortable and then returning a firm grip:

I'm here.

Still leaning slightly over the older man, the ex-profiler quirked one corner of his mouth upwards, just a touch higher than the other, as his eyebrows rose innocently into his hairline. ]

Did I? Don't know what I was thinking.

[ Only that challenges were good. That if this place did take them away from each other in the next day, or the day after that, House would at least have the challenge to keep him driving onwards. It was about the only thing any of them could promise the other at this point.

But that was in the future hour, and Will was tired of trying to sort out the next step. It seemed a good time to simply exist in this moment. ]

This is where I awkwardly kiss you, [ he shared, a twinkle of wry humor entering into his blue eyes. ] If afterwards you tell me you can't because I'm unstable, I am kicking you out of the sleeping bags tonight.

[ No. No he wouldn't. House could stop things at any time he wanted, and they would just go to sleep. ]