House let Cuddy pull him to a stop and turn him, though not without a dramatic display of reluctance. And truth be told, she was right - he had said for neither of them to treat him any differently. But this was one of those topics he wanted to avoid altogether because it was only ever always going to wind up with them in an argument.
"Oh, so you started it and now you're placating?" House replied to Wilson, giving him a indignant, though weary, look.
Wilson just rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to say anything further on the matter, as much as he wanted to. "Again, Cuddy's right," he said, hoping to defuse House's agitation. "Just enjoy the fresh air. In fact... Why don't you two enjoy the fresh air on your own for a little while? I think it's more important you get to spend time with each other." He looked at Cuddy and motioned to the building. "I'll wait inside. Maybe the three of us can have another coffee when you get back."
He patted House's shoulder, then stepped away and headed in the direction of the building with his hands stuffed in his pockets. House watched him with a sigh, partially annoyed at Wilson for bailing, partially grateful because he did actually want to spend more time with Cuddy, seeing he had so precious little of it while in this place.
He turned back to Cuddy. "He says he's going to wait inside, but I know that's a code word for 'I wonder how that poor young blonde girl is going?'" He looked down at Cuddy's hand, then took it in his and twined their fingers together. He gave her hand a frustrated squeeze while looking down at her. But then he relented, deciding to attempt to let his annoyance go, and actually do as she said for once, to enjoy the fresh air - and being with Cuddy - while he could. After they left, he was going to have to face being cooped up in the hospital again for another week, alone.
He started to stroll with her along the grass down to the path. Before they reached it, though, he pulled Cuddy to a stop until she faced him. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips, wanting to diffuse the tension the conversation back there on the bench had caused. He felt like he didn't have a whole lot of hope to hold onto, being in this hospital. Cuddy was the one thing he could hold onto. The only hope he really had right now was their relationship and if he lost that...
He lifted a hand and touched her arm, then drew his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him into a one-armed embrace. So many things he wanted to tell her, about what was going through his head and through his heart. He didn't know how to even begin telling her, though, even if he wanted to.
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"Oh, so you started it and now you're placating?" House replied to Wilson, giving him a indignant, though weary, look.
Wilson just rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to say anything further on the matter, as much as he wanted to. "Again, Cuddy's right," he said, hoping to defuse House's agitation. "Just enjoy the fresh air. In fact... Why don't you two enjoy the fresh air on your own for a little while? I think it's more important you get to spend time with each other." He looked at Cuddy and motioned to the building. "I'll wait inside. Maybe the three of us can have another coffee when you get back."
He patted House's shoulder, then stepped away and headed in the direction of the building with his hands stuffed in his pockets. House watched him with a sigh, partially annoyed at Wilson for bailing, partially grateful because he did actually want to spend more time with Cuddy, seeing he had so precious little of it while in this place.
He turned back to Cuddy. "He says he's going to wait inside, but I know that's a code word for 'I wonder how that poor young blonde girl is going?'" He looked down at Cuddy's hand, then took it in his and twined their fingers together. He gave her hand a frustrated squeeze while looking down at her. But then he relented, deciding to attempt to let his annoyance go, and actually do as she said for once, to enjoy the fresh air - and being with Cuddy - while he could. After they left, he was going to have to face being cooped up in the hospital again for another week, alone.
He started to stroll with her along the grass down to the path. Before they reached it, though, he pulled Cuddy to a stop until she faced him. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips, wanting to diffuse the tension the conversation back there on the bench had caused. He felt like he didn't have a whole lot of hope to hold onto, being in this hospital. Cuddy was the one thing he could hold onto. The only hope he really had right now was their relationship and if he lost that...
He lifted a hand and touched her arm, then drew his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him into a one-armed embrace. So many things he wanted to tell her, about what was going through his head and through his heart. He didn't know how to even begin telling her, though, even if he wanted to.