"She still has a thing for chick lit," he ব্যক্ত 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 ব্যক্ত as she walked back into the room.
House picked up a book and sat down on the sofa. Cuddy sat পরবর্তি to him.
"I didn't know আপনি liked Rilke," House ব্যক্ত as he opened to a যেভাবে খুশী page.
Cuddy smiled at his intrigue. Cuddy pulled the book from him and opened to her পছন্দ 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 ব্যক্ত without once looking at the page itself. Her eyes remained on House.
"Subtle, Cuddy."
Cuddy laughed at him and closed the book.
"Why did আপনি really come over tonight?"
"I need a reason?" He ব্যক্ত with that devilish gleam in his eye.
"If আপনি won't tell me then আপনি should go. I need to get some rest and..."
"I know আপনি saw me with her," He ব্যক্ত faster than he meant to.
Cuddy held a hand to her head and leaned back into the পালঙ্ক cushions.
"She was what আপনি thought she was." He ব্যক্ত 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 দ্বারা it but I'm fine."
House stood up with his cane and stood দ্বারা 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.
