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 moustique will leave toi alone if toi just ask Cuddy out."
"I went to her accueil and was right there ready to ring the cloche, bell but I couldn't...I need some conseil here. I mean this is your thing, Wilson."
"House, toi have known her for over twenty years if toi don't realize what toi want from a relationship with her par now then you'll never know. plus importantly, if toi still don't have a clue as to how to make that happen then you're really hopeless."
"Yeah, that's real great conseil Wilson. Why don't toi 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 toi can't stop thinking about her and toi want to try going out."
"Couldn't toi do it for me?"
"House, I know this is scary for toi but it's time to be brave."
"...I saw her through her window. She was lire 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 toi so sure?"
"She made so many rationalizations of why toi two would never work it gave me the impression that she has thought about toi in that way. Anyway, I've always thought she loved you."
"Do toi think I l’amour her?"
"Only toi know the answer to that, but the fact that toi are wondering shows that she's plus than just a passing fancy...Look, toi two are the most stubborn people on earth but toi get each other. Find some happiness, House."
"Maybe toi have something. Maybe I'll talk to her...Goodnight, Wilson."
"Goodnight, House."