"She still has a thing for chick lit," he zei to himself as he traced a finger over her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. He then noticed she had a few surprising works in her literary library.
"Einstein's Dreams, Nine Stories, and The Complete Works of Kafka. This is surprising."
"What's so surprising? I read all kinds of things." Cuddy zei as she walked back into the room.
House picked up a book and sat down on the sofa. Cuddy sat volgende to him.
"I didn't know u liked Rilke," House zei as he opened to a random page.
Cuddy smiled at his intrigue. Cuddy pulled the book from him and opened to her favoriete passage.
"Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person, it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself,to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person," Cuddy zei without once looking at the page itself. Her eyes remained on House.
"Subtle, Cuddy."
Cuddy laughed at him and closed the book.
"Why did u really come over tonight?"
"I need a reason?" He zei with that devilish gleam in his eye.
"If u won't tell me then u should go. I need to get some rest and..."
"I know u saw me with her," He zei faster than he meant to.
Cuddy held a hand to her head and leaned back into the divan, bank cushions.
"She was what u thought she was." He zei looking at his shoes.
Cuddy stood up and went to sit in the armchair.
"You don't owe me an explanation. We're not together...I mean I was a little taken aback door it but I'm fine."
House stood up with his cane and stood door her front door.
"We both know what 'fine' really means."
Cuddy kept her gaze on the falling snow.
"You should go."
Without saying another word House opened the door and left. Cuddy suddenly felt very cold. She felt a hollow point in her heart. Suddenly, she heard the muffled cry of Rachel, and Cuddy ran to the nursery to comfort her baby.
