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Cuddy came back to the cuisine and tapped into the blue box. She opened it slowly and saw a small, shiny, silver thing – a key. She took it out and recognize it was the key to the safe-deposit box where during their relationship she and House decided to put the common things for both of them. As she was living with House he kept it, and as he gave it back to her now it was kind of a sign that he let her go, she is absolutely free. Lisa was holding the cold metal in her hand for a while as she felt her whole body became cool. It hit her that something has ended. She knew House was hurting her, even the précédant jour he did something unforgivable to her, but some part of her was still hoping that he can change. Some part of her was still loving him and cared about him. Her head and her cœur, coeur was fighting the battle which was making it too hard for her. Suddenly her thoughts was stopped par the sound of knocking at the door. She quickly put the key into the pocket and came to the door.
“Hi Lisa” Tom greeted her with a smile.
“Oh, hi Tom” she opened the door wider so he could come in and she took a peep on the street.
“Everything is okay?” he asked her, noticing her actions and fact that she was surprised seeing him after she called him just an heure ago.
“Yes… I’m fine.” she stepped up for a smile, trying to threw House out of her head. “So, coffee?” She closed the front door behind them and showed him a place on a coach.
“In fact, I’m on my way to the airport, my sister is arriving for a few days so thanks for the coffee.” Tom took a place on the coach “But I think a glass of water would be fine” he added and after a minute Cuddy came back with the two glasses of water in her hands and put them on the table, tableau beside them.
“You a dit toi wanted to talk…” he started after taking a sip and putting a drink back on the table.
“Yes… I wanted to apologize toi for what happened yesterday. I even can’t find the words to express how sorry I am…”
“It’s fine.” He smiled again, turning his body to face her and taking her hands in his. “My nose stopped bleeding yesterday, it will stop hurting after a couple of days and the bruise will disappear after a month.” He tried to cheer her up ‘I like toi Lisa, a lot. One crazy ex-boyfriend won’t scare me off that fast. If toi a dit there’s nothing between toi and him anymore I think we can keep trying to make this work, right?”
‘He’s not crazy ex-boyfriend – it’s House’ Her mind spoke sarcastically but she had to ignore it.
“Right.” She nodded, smiling back at him, with her hands still in his.
“Great.” He a dit and looked at the watched on the mur “Oh, I’m sorry I have to go now, I don’t wanna be late” he stood up and quickly kissed her on a cheek. “Call toi later, okay?”
“Sure.” She a dit and walked him to the door.
As she closed the door, she realized her part in their conversation was… quite slim. Probably because her thoughts were still circulate around Greg.
It was 8 PM as Lisa was sitting in her favori chair since dinner. She was holding a cup of warm thé in both of her hands, staring into the fireplace. She considered all pros and cons of her relationship with House and she still couldn’t find one, strong reason either to end it ou come back to him. She was already tired of thinking about the same reasons again and again, so she decided to finally do something in this case to déplacer it forward. She stood up, grabbing her car keys par the way to the door.
After a few minutes she was already standing at House’s door, afraid to make a déplacer and knock. She was afraid of the upcoming conversation, but also of being with him all alone in his apartment after last night event. She took a deep breath as the door opened in front of her. She beheld House barely holding on his own legs, the handle was his only support now. He looked even worse than in the morning, and his clothes was dirty and ragged.
“What.. what are toi doing here…? toi breath so loud…” he babbled.
“Greg, are toi drunk ou high again?” she asked him with a resigned tone, couldn’t believe her eyes.
“You will never stop thinking about me like that, won’t you…? And no. I am… I am clean and sober.” He hacked between the words.
“Damn… come here” Cuddy stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant and threw his arm over her shoulder, closing the door par the other hand and leading him to the nearest seat.
Cuddy came back to the cuisine and tapped into the blue box. She opened it slowly and saw a small, shiny, silver thing – a key. She took it out and recognize it was the key to the safe-deposit box where during their relationship she and House decided to put the common things for both of them. As she was living with House he kept it, and as he gave it back to her now it was kind of a sign that he let her go, she is absolutely free. Lisa was holding the cold metal in her hand for a while as she felt her whole body became cool. It hit her that something has ended. She knew House was hurting her, even the précédant jour he did something unforgivable to her, but some part of her was still hoping that he can change. Some part of her was still loving him and cared about him. Her head and her cœur, coeur was fighting the battle which was making it too hard for her. Suddenly her thoughts was stopped par the sound of knocking at the door. She quickly put the key into the pocket and came to the door.
“Hi Lisa” Tom greeted her with a smile.
“Oh, hi Tom” she opened the door wider so he could come in and she took a peep on the street.
“Everything is okay?” he asked her, noticing her actions and fact that she was surprised seeing him after she called him just an heure ago.
“Yes… I’m fine.” she stepped up for a smile, trying to threw House out of her head. “So, coffee?” She closed the front door behind them and showed him a place on a coach.
“In fact, I’m on my way to the airport, my sister is arriving for a few days so thanks for the coffee.” Tom took a place on the coach “But I think a glass of water would be fine” he added and after a minute Cuddy came back with the two glasses of water in her hands and put them on the table, tableau beside them.
“You a dit toi wanted to talk…” he started after taking a sip and putting a drink back on the table.
“Yes… I wanted to apologize toi for what happened yesterday. I even can’t find the words to express how sorry I am…”
“It’s fine.” He smiled again, turning his body to face her and taking her hands in his. “My nose stopped bleeding yesterday, it will stop hurting after a couple of days and the bruise will disappear after a month.” He tried to cheer her up ‘I like toi Lisa, a lot. One crazy ex-boyfriend won’t scare me off that fast. If toi a dit there’s nothing between toi and him anymore I think we can keep trying to make this work, right?”
‘He’s not crazy ex-boyfriend – it’s House’ Her mind spoke sarcastically but she had to ignore it.
“Right.” She nodded, smiling back at him, with her hands still in his.
“Great.” He a dit and looked at the watched on the mur “Oh, I’m sorry I have to go now, I don’t wanna be late” he stood up and quickly kissed her on a cheek. “Call toi later, okay?”
“Sure.” She a dit and walked him to the door.
As she closed the door, she realized her part in their conversation was… quite slim. Probably because her thoughts were still circulate around Greg.
It was 8 PM as Lisa was sitting in her favori chair since dinner. She was holding a cup of warm thé in both of her hands, staring into the fireplace. She considered all pros and cons of her relationship with House and she still couldn’t find one, strong reason either to end it ou come back to him. She was already tired of thinking about the same reasons again and again, so she decided to finally do something in this case to déplacer it forward. She stood up, grabbing her car keys par the way to the door.
After a few minutes she was already standing at House’s door, afraid to make a déplacer and knock. She was afraid of the upcoming conversation, but also of being with him all alone in his apartment after last night event. She took a deep breath as the door opened in front of her. She beheld House barely holding on his own legs, the handle was his only support now. He looked even worse than in the morning, and his clothes was dirty and ragged.
“What.. what are toi doing here…? toi breath so loud…” he babbled.
“Greg, are toi drunk ou high again?” she asked him with a resigned tone, couldn’t believe her eyes.
“You will never stop thinking about me like that, won’t you…? And no. I am… I am clean and sober.” He hacked between the words.
“Damn… come here” Cuddy stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant and threw his arm over her shoulder, closing the door par the other hand and leading him to the nearest seat.
