Cuddy glanced at Megan, a puzzled frown on her face, wondering what House would have to give her. She'd noticed him taking some papers from his room. She'd assumed it was some kind of 'homework.' Maybe he was required to keep a journal to keep track of his PTSD symptoms or to write down his thoughts about an assigned subject or to list his goals. Writing was a frequently used tool in therapy and she hadn't asked about it because she assumed it was meant to be private.
She stared at the folded papers in her hand after House gave them to her. "I think I'd like to read it now," she said, glancing over at Megan to make sure it was okay. "And I need to walk a bit, if that's okay."
She did need to get up and move around but not so badly she couldn't have stayed in her seat if necessary. Truth was, she wanted to read House's message, whatever it might be, without the two of them staring at her. They could stare at her as she took a slow turn around the room, of course, but she wasn't quite so aware of it. She could ignore them for the moment and focus on what House had written.
She read through his letter once, then she went right back to the beginning to read it again. It was strange to read his words rather than hearing them. It was strange to see his thoughts laid out so calmly and concisely. His personality came through clearly, though. It seemed nothing, not being in the nuthouse, not the meds, could stop House from being House. And that was reassuring.
"First of all," she said, returning to her chair, the pages of the letter held firmly in her hand. "I so do not snore."
She gave him a little wink, then proceeded more seriously. He wasn't the only who hoped things would be different, better, when he came home. She knew treating some of his issues wasn't going to fix everything between them but she hoped if he were in a better place, emotionally speaking, it would be easier for them deal with their problems in a more productive, and less noisy, fashion. It certainly couldn't hurt.
"You know, a lot of this is the way I feel, too. The part about not knowing exactly how to define our relationship, not knowing what's 'normal' for us. Nothing is what I expected, not the good stuff or the bad stuff. It's okay, though, because it's ours and it's special and it will never be boring." She smiled at him. "And I really love the way you make me laugh, too."
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She stared at the folded papers in her hand after House gave them to her. "I think I'd like to read it now," she said, glancing over at Megan to make sure it was okay. "And I need to walk a bit, if that's okay."
She did need to get up and move around but not so badly she couldn't have stayed in her seat if necessary. Truth was, she wanted to read House's message, whatever it might be, without the two of them staring at her. They could stare at her as she took a slow turn around the room, of course, but she wasn't quite so aware of it. She could ignore them for the moment and focus on what House had written.
She read through his letter once, then she went right back to the beginning to read it again. It was strange to read his words rather than hearing them. It was strange to see his thoughts laid out so calmly and concisely. His personality came through clearly, though. It seemed nothing, not being in the nuthouse, not the meds, could stop House from being House. And that was reassuring.
"First of all," she said, returning to her chair, the pages of the letter held firmly in her hand. "I so do not snore."
She gave him a little wink, then proceeded more seriously. He wasn't the only who hoped things would be different, better, when he came home. She knew treating some of his issues wasn't going to fix everything between them but she hoped if he were in a better place, emotionally speaking, it would be easier for them deal with their problems in a more productive, and less noisy, fashion. It certainly couldn't hurt.
"You know, a lot of this is the way I feel, too. The part about not knowing exactly how to define our relationship, not knowing what's 'normal' for us. Nothing is what I expected, not the good stuff or the bad stuff. It's okay, though, because it's ours and it's special and it will never be boring." She smiled at him. "And I really love the way you make me laugh, too."