"Oh, god! Will you two break it up? Go get a hotel or something."
They're not doing anything, really. Just sitting together in the lounge, watching Oprah, his hand around her shoulder, two heads of blonde hair melding into one.
"Piss off, House," Chase calls out, without even looking around.
"Unless you want to join us," Cameron adds in her smuggest voice.
He leaves faster than he should be able to and tries to forget what he saw and heard, except he can't. Not that it matters. He certainly isn't interested and there's no way she was serious.
Was she?