I go to leave my bedroom freshly showered and ready for work and jump when I see House. "God House! Why are you here?!"

He wakes up with a start and stares up at me. "What? My back hurts." He takes the vicodin and has a handful of pills, then he looks at me remembering last night. "You cried."

I stiffen. "What? No. You were high."

"I'm usually high. But I know you cried."

"No I didn't House. Speaking of which why are you in mine?!"

"My leg hurt so I sat down for a minute and passed out."

"Get out of my house. I have to go to work and I'm not having you snoop around my house while I do it." I have my hands on my hips and I'm obviously furious he stayed the night.

"I didn't mean to make you cry."

"I didn't cry. You were high."

"I don't believe you."

"Then don't believe me. But I didn't cry. And you are going home now!"

"Help me up?"

"You got your ass down there you can get it up."

"Well I can get IT up if you just get a little closer." He says smirking.

"Go to hell."

"I arrived last night."

I open my mouth then close it again hurt and walk away.

"I thought you didn't want me in your house alone."

"I don't care anymore." I make myself breakfast and put it down.

"I said I was sorry."

"Yeah, for something you didn't do!"

"Why are you so adamant about that? I know you did."

"Why are you so adamant about that? I know I didn't" I say frowning at him. "Get out. Go home House."

"That smells good."

I roll my eyes. "I know. I made it. Go home." I frown at him.

"I'm sorry I insulted you. It was wrong of me."

"Thank you. Now go home."

He frowns. "Can we try this again sometime?"

"Maybe. When did you have in mind?"

"Friday at 8?"

"I have plans."

"Doing what?" He asks curiously.

"Nothing. I'm just busy Friday."

"Come on Cuddy. Just tell me."

"No. What about thursday at 8?"

"Ok. What are you doing friday?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Maybe." I start to eat. "Now go home. See you thursday. And behave."

"Can I please have some?"

"No. Go home."

"Why not?"

"Because I only made enough for me. Now go home. You need to change." I frown at him.

"Fine. But I want some next time I stay over."

"And I want to know you're sleeping over next time you stay overnight."

"I don't plan on sleeping next time I stay over."

I roll my eyes at him and point at the door with my fork. "Goodbye House." I eat more food.

He limps over to me and smiles. "Just a bite."

"No. Go home!"

He goes to kiss me and I lean back to avoid it falling off the chair. "Ow! Go home House!" I frown at him from the floor not even trying to get up.

He looks worried. "Are you ok?" He helps me up.

"I'm fine. Go home House."

"Do you not want me to kiss you that bad?"

I frown. "I had no plans of falling off my stool House. And no I don't want you to kiss me right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm still mad that you stayed the night! Go home."

"I didn't mean too."

"But you did. Go home now."

"Are you sure you aren't more mad that I heard you crying? Because I know you waited until you thought I left."

I frown. "I didn't cry."

"But you did."

I sigh. "House go home."

"Admit you cried."

"Fine. I'm mad you tricked me into think you were gone. I'm mad you heard me cry. Happy?" I'm glaring at him.

He backs up and walks out without another word and I go back to eating my breakfast.

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