Cuddy was starting to feel torn about this whole therapist thing. She wanted to talk to House without waiting for Megan to interpret and direct the conversation. She didn't even like the way Megan reworded the things she said and presented them to House. She felt like she was capable of making her own case without some stranger stepping in.
Yet at the same time she understood what Megan was doing and recognized that ultimately it was going to be helpful. She recognized Megan was not allowing House to deflect. She kept him on task in a firm manner but she didn't become emotionally involved. Cuddy knew that was necessary. Neither she nor House could be objective on sensitive topics. They needed a dispassionate guide.
She let out a frustrated sigh when House said she stuck by him because she was stupid. Of course, he'd say that. He seemed to believe it was impossible for anyone to want to be with him, no matter how much evidence there was to the contrary. Sure, he also said it was possible she loved him but she'd been with him long enough by now to know he wouldn't accept it was unconditional love, or as close to it as humans were capable of.
"House," she called softly when he said he hated himself. "Please don't say that." Instinctively she reached for him. She had to scoot her ass to the edge of the chair and lean forward, squishing Junior, just to place her hands on his knees but she needed to have physical contact with him.
She threw Megan a pleading look because she didn't know how to convince House he was worth loving. She'd tried before and he never seemed to fully believe it. She pressed on without waiting for Megan, though, because she also felt like House needed to hear it from her even if he didn't believe it.
"I love you, and I'm not stupid." Her fingers clutched into the fabric of his pants, a film of tears in her eyes as she looked at him. "That means there's something about you worth loving. If you can't believe anything else I say, you need to believe that."
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Yet at the same time she understood what Megan was doing and recognized that ultimately it was going to be helpful. She recognized Megan was not allowing House to deflect. She kept him on task in a firm manner but she didn't become emotionally involved. Cuddy knew that was necessary. Neither she nor House could be objective on sensitive topics. They needed a dispassionate guide.
She let out a frustrated sigh when House said she stuck by him because she was stupid. Of course, he'd say that. He seemed to believe it was impossible for anyone to want to be with him, no matter how much evidence there was to the contrary. Sure, he also said it was possible she loved him but she'd been with him long enough by now to know he wouldn't accept it was unconditional love, or as close to it as humans were capable of.
"House," she called softly when he said he hated himself. "Please don't say that." Instinctively she reached for him. She had to scoot her ass to the edge of the chair and lean forward, squishing Junior, just to place her hands on his knees but she needed to have physical contact with him.
She threw Megan a pleading look because she didn't know how to convince House he was worth loving. She'd tried before and he never seemed to fully believe it. She pressed on without waiting for Megan, though, because she also felt like House needed to hear it from her even if he didn't believe it.
"I love you, and I'm not stupid." Her fingers clutched into the fabric of his pants, a film of tears in her eyes as she looked at him. "That means there's something about you worth loving. If you can't believe anything else I say, you need to believe that."