He's never seen those beautiful brown eyes so dead and cold.

His shoulders still ached from Wilson slamming him hard against the wall of his office as he kissed him brutally.
"You son of a bitch." Wilson's voice was thick with disgust.
"You fucking son of a bitch."
The blood from his lips stained Wilson's cheek. House reached out to wipe it off gently, but Wilson avoided the contact and shoved his hand away.
"When will you ever learn to stop hurting people who love you?"
Wilson's handsome features suddenly grew distant even though he was merely a few centimeters away from him. His lips began to hurt, and House could feel the warm liquid inch toward his chin. House slid to the floor as Wilson released his grip on his t-shirt, the cane in his hand no longer capable of holding him up. His leg throbbed, his bottom lip stung, and his heart raced with fear when Wilson disappeared behind his office door and left him without looking back.