Upon arrival, House could swear that he must have some sort of alarm that told him exactly when and where Cuddy was at all times. Actually, perhaps it was more of an anti-Cuddy alarm, because he'd had the overwhelming urge not to go into the sorting room - which he had, of course, ignored. And here was Cuddy. At least she couldn't foist clinic hours on him here. Though, knowing her, she might actually make connection with the head of the Hospital Wing and find some way of chaining him to the room and making him treat useless patient. Not a pleasant thought.
But there had been one thing he'd missed. "Oh, look! It's the Golden Globes!" House beamed, limping over and bending down slightly to talk directly to Cuddy's breasts. "I missed you. Did you miss me? I bet you did - I bet Dr. Cuddy has been mistreating you by wearing those cruel turtlenecks and shutting you off from the world."
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Date: 2007-04-17 02:52 am (UTC)But there had been one thing he'd missed. "Oh, look! It's the Golden Globes!" House beamed, limping over and bending down slightly to talk directly to Cuddy's breasts. "I missed you. Did you miss me? I bet you did - I bet Dr. Cuddy has been mistreating you by wearing those cruel turtlenecks and shutting you off from the world."