Cuddy relaxed slightly when Megan turned to her desk. It was a small relief to have the focus off her for a moment. She'd never intended to be the focus, certainly not because she had trouble coping with House's illness. She was there because it was supposed to help him get better. She wasn't sure what she'd do about the support group. She knew it was probably a good idea and she'd give it a try. She did need someone to talk to and Wilson, as much as he loved to rescue damsels in distress, couldn't and shouldn't have to provide her sole support.
House got up from his chair then and Cuddy looked up at him, worried he was going to leave. She couldn't let that happen. This was supposed to be for his benefit. If she was interfering in his therapy, then she would leave. He needed his treatment.
Her expression grew puzzled as he walked toward her and not away from her. Her eyes widened as he got down on his knees, something she knew wasn't easy for him to do. She shook her head faintly when he told her she was strong. She knew she was, usually, but some days she didn't feel very strong. Some days she simply didn't deal well with the stress of everything that was going on. She'd manage, though. She always did.
"Don't worry about me," she said quietly. "It's not just about you even. I'm trying to stay on top of things at work and I'm tired from lugging Junior around. It all piles up until I feel like I can't see my way through it."
She merely nodded when he told her to write the letter. Megan had already said it would be beneficial so she'd do it. Mailing it to him seemed like the best solution, though, because she knew she'd get upset if he reacted badly to what she wrote. If he could work through his reaction before speaking to her, it would probably go more smoothly when they did speak.
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her cheek against his, taking a moment to simply feel him, the worn cotton of his shirt under her fingers, the scratch of his beard against her cheek. She didn't miss chaos their relationship seemed to create but god, she missed him.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear. "I don't always do it well but I do love you. I just want you to get well and come home."
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House got up from his chair then and Cuddy looked up at him, worried he was going to leave. She couldn't let that happen. This was supposed to be for his benefit. If she was interfering in his therapy, then she would leave. He needed his treatment.
Her expression grew puzzled as he walked toward her and not away from her. Her eyes widened as he got down on his knees, something she knew wasn't easy for him to do. She shook her head faintly when he told her she was strong. She knew she was, usually, but some days she didn't feel very strong. Some days she simply didn't deal well with the stress of everything that was going on. She'd manage, though. She always did.
"Don't worry about me," she said quietly. "It's not just about you even. I'm trying to stay on top of things at work and I'm tired from lugging Junior around. It all piles up until I feel like I can't see my way through it."
She merely nodded when he told her to write the letter. Megan had already said it would be beneficial so she'd do it. Mailing it to him seemed like the best solution, though, because she knew she'd get upset if he reacted badly to what she wrote. If he could work through his reaction before speaking to her, it would probably go more smoothly when they did speak.
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her cheek against his, taking a moment to simply feel him, the worn cotton of his shirt under her fingers, the scratch of his beard against her cheek. She didn't miss chaos their relationship seemed to create but god, she missed him.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear. "I don't always do it well but I do love you. I just want you to get well and come home."