It was the end of the day, and House had been going back and forth-fighting what his body wants. Cuddy had encantada him, and throughout the dia House had tried to figure out on his own, what he should do about the Cuddy situation.
On the white board in his side of the office-House drew two columns. One was his coração the seguinte was his Brain, and then at the end House wrote ‘Cuddy’ House couldn’t decide. He had always followed what his intellectual mind knew was right. This is the first time, since Stacy, that House had been put in this situation.
House glared at the white board, while the sun was a warm shade of amber, close to setting. Cuddy opened his office door, and lent on it, as she managed to attract House’s attention away from his thoughts, for only a second.
“House, What are you doing?”
House turned towards her, and gave her a sorrowful stare. Looking at her, with the warm glow of the sun caressing her face-her body language at ease.
“Thinking, if you don’t mind.”
House gestured for her to leave. Cuddy however, stayed were she was.
“Listen, I know what I said, may have—freaked you out a bit.”
House focused on the white board for the entire time as Cuddy began to spill her feelings.
“I just wanted to let you know that I care. I care about you a lot House. Someday, maybe, we could have a ‘relationship’”
House looked down at the floor.
Cuddy looked to the side, House noticed from the corner of his eye and took that opportunity to gaze at her. He could see Cuddy was distressed. He looked away again.
“I don’t want to cause you mais pain.”
Cuddy had exhausted all efforts to get House’s attention, and before she turned round. House answered her.
“Cuddy.”
House looked up at her and looked straight into her eyes.
“If your happy, I’m-happy.”
Cuddy was taken a back but smiled joyfully at him.
House watched Cuddy pick up her casaco and pasta, maleta and leave with a light smile on her face.
House turned back to the white board and rubbed out all the words except brain. He knew Cuddy was happy, and for now his feelings would have to take a back seat. Maybe, someday, they would have a relationship, and House knew that Cuddy wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.
On the white board in his side of the office-House drew two columns. One was his coração the seguinte was his Brain, and then at the end House wrote ‘Cuddy’ House couldn’t decide. He had always followed what his intellectual mind knew was right. This is the first time, since Stacy, that House had been put in this situation.
House glared at the white board, while the sun was a warm shade of amber, close to setting. Cuddy opened his office door, and lent on it, as she managed to attract House’s attention away from his thoughts, for only a second.
“House, What are you doing?”
House turned towards her, and gave her a sorrowful stare. Looking at her, with the warm glow of the sun caressing her face-her body language at ease.
“Thinking, if you don’t mind.”
House gestured for her to leave. Cuddy however, stayed were she was.
“Listen, I know what I said, may have—freaked you out a bit.”
House focused on the white board for the entire time as Cuddy began to spill her feelings.
“I just wanted to let you know that I care. I care about you a lot House. Someday, maybe, we could have a ‘relationship’”
House looked down at the floor.
Cuddy looked to the side, House noticed from the corner of his eye and took that opportunity to gaze at her. He could see Cuddy was distressed. He looked away again.
“I don’t want to cause you mais pain.”
Cuddy had exhausted all efforts to get House’s attention, and before she turned round. House answered her.
“Cuddy.”
House looked up at her and looked straight into her eyes.
“If your happy, I’m-happy.”
Cuddy was taken a back but smiled joyfully at him.
House watched Cuddy pick up her casaco and pasta, maleta and leave with a light smile on her face.
House turned back to the white board and rubbed out all the words except brain. He knew Cuddy was happy, and for now his feelings would have to take a back seat. Maybe, someday, they would have a relationship, and House knew that Cuddy wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.
I'll tell you a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!