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"Bombshells" spoilers!
Always Have Right
Sitting on his cold bathroom floor, waiting for the Vicodin to kick in, House remembered something Cuddy had told him a few weeks ago. "You're always right."
He took great pride in this. She'd been complaining, of course, because nobody liked to be wrong, never mind admit that they were wrong. But being right had always been his strength. It was what kept him employed. It was what gave his life meaning. Without being right, House had nothing.
Until he'd suddenly realized, when he thought Cuddy had cancer, that somewhere along the line, being right had lost its central place in his life, and instead Cuddy was more important.
Then Cuddy had decided to remove herself from that central role. That was more than House could deal with. Obviously, since he'd just downed two Vicodin.
But the point here was that, by stripping away the new foundation of his life – her – Cuddy had revealed to him that the old foundation – being right – was still there.
He was mixing metaphors. The Vicodin must be kicking in.
He'd been right, all those months ago. House wasn't living under any illusions. He was fully aware that he was a screwed-up bastard. It suited him, though it didn't suit most people he came into contact with. He had told Cuddy they wouldn't work. Sooner or later she'd realize that he was too screwed up, and she had a daughter to think of, and she would come to the only sensible conclusion: she couldn't be with him.
She had argued, insisted he was wrong, and all along he had been right.
Being right wasn't a warm, soft, and of course smokin' hot body next to him in bed, and you can't sit together on the couch with being right to make fun of bad movies while stealing its popcorn. On the other hand, it is a familiar friend. So, he might not have Cuddy, but he'll always have being right.