"So, what else did you have to say?"
"Well, it's come to my attention that you did in fact appreciate the desk, and I wondered why you didn't tell me that yourself?" House asked as he placed his cane on the floor.
Cuddy's eyes went dark. She hadn't been expecting this change in conversation nor did she think he'd ever even openly admit that the desk was from him.
"You talked to Wilson."
"He said you practically set the room on fire with your glowing smile."
"It was a nice gesture. You made amends and I except your fig leaf...We're fine now. Always friends." She said with a blank stare.
House watched her for a moment before picking up his cane and walking into her kitchen. Cuddy shook her head at his abrupt absence.
"House, if you wanted something to eat you could have asked instead of just raiding my fridge."
"Okay, I want this and this and oh these." he said in a child-like tone as he pointed to a box of left over Thai food and a piece of chocolate cheesecake.
"You are forever fifteen you know that." Cuddy said with a sigh as she got out some plates and began to heat up the food.
House sat on her kitchen stool watching her fill two cups with some juice. He could tell she was stressed by his presence, but then she had been alot lately.
"So,the Rugrat letting you sleep at all?"
"She's actually been pretty good. But all the books say that when she sleeps I should sleep, but she sleeps alot." Cuddy said with a light laugh.
The microwave beeped and Cuddy turned to retrieve their food. Cuddy handed him his plate. He nodded in thanks and took his plate to the table. Cuddy joined him.
"House, why else did you come here tonight? I mean, I know when you have something on your mind."
"Just the usual stuff," he said cryptically as he ate a spring roll.
"So, anarchy and world domination," Cuddy said with a smirk.
"Exactly."
"The snow is pretty," she said as she cast a glance out her window.
House lay a hand near Cuddy's contemplating touching her and then decided better of it. He placed his hand deep in his pocket instead.
She drew her attention back to House and a soft smile crept on her face.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"I think there was a keg involved and some strippers..."
"Yeah, only in your dreams. Come on. You remember. It was starting to snow and finals had just ended..."
"And you were walking back to your dorm and had your nose stuck in that chick book..."
"Only you would denigrate Jane Austen by calling her novels purely chick books. The book was Persuasion by the way."
"Anyway, you were so into that book that you didn't see the ice on the sidewalk and ended up falling literally into my lap."
"Good thing you caught me."
"Good thing." The two smiled softly at each other.
Ring, Ring.
The companionabe silence was broken by the obtrusive phone.
"I better get that," Cuddy said reluctantly.
"Yeah." House replied with the same reluctance.
"Well, it's come to my attention that you did in fact appreciate the desk, and I wondered why you didn't tell me that yourself?" House asked as he placed his cane on the floor.
Cuddy's eyes went dark. She hadn't been expecting this change in conversation nor did she think he'd ever even openly admit that the desk was from him.
"You talked to Wilson."
"He said you practically set the room on fire with your glowing smile."
"It was a nice gesture. You made amends and I except your fig leaf...We're fine now. Always friends." She said with a blank stare.
House watched her for a moment before picking up his cane and walking into her kitchen. Cuddy shook her head at his abrupt absence.
"House, if you wanted something to eat you could have asked instead of just raiding my fridge."
"Okay, I want this and this and oh these." he said in a child-like tone as he pointed to a box of left over Thai food and a piece of chocolate cheesecake.
"You are forever fifteen you know that." Cuddy said with a sigh as she got out some plates and began to heat up the food.
House sat on her kitchen stool watching her fill two cups with some juice. He could tell she was stressed by his presence, but then she had been alot lately.
"So,the Rugrat letting you sleep at all?"
"She's actually been pretty good. But all the books say that when she sleeps I should sleep, but she sleeps alot." Cuddy said with a light laugh.
The microwave beeped and Cuddy turned to retrieve their food. Cuddy handed him his plate. He nodded in thanks and took his plate to the table. Cuddy joined him.
"House, why else did you come here tonight? I mean, I know when you have something on your mind."
"Just the usual stuff," he said cryptically as he ate a spring roll.
"So, anarchy and world domination," Cuddy said with a smirk.
"Exactly."
"The snow is pretty," she said as she cast a glance out her window.
House lay a hand near Cuddy's contemplating touching her and then decided better of it. He placed his hand deep in his pocket instead.
She drew her attention back to House and a soft smile crept on her face.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"I think there was a keg involved and some strippers..."
"Yeah, only in your dreams. Come on. You remember. It was starting to snow and finals had just ended..."
"And you were walking back to your dorm and had your nose stuck in that chick book..."
"Only you would denigrate Jane Austen by calling her novels purely chick books. The book was Persuasion by the way."
"Anyway, you were so into that book that you didn't see the ice on the sidewalk and ended up falling literally into my lap."
"Good thing you caught me."
"Good thing." The two smiled softly at each other.
Ring, Ring.
The companionabe silence was broken by the obtrusive phone.
"I better get that," Cuddy said reluctantly.
"Yeah." House replied with the same reluctance.