"New case." House said as he entered my door.

I glanced up at him and went back to work.

"I'm pretty sure its FFI. Fatal Familial Insomnia."

"Interesting. And you're telling me this why?"

House smiled as he walked in. "Icebreaker. I saw you staring at me and Thirteen. You know about Wilson."

"How are you treating it?" I asked, completely ignoring the aforementioned.

House sighed and sat down. "If you haven't noticed, I'm bored. I need to talk to you."

Silence. I rustled some papers.

"Anyway..." House muttered and sat down across my desk, pulling his feet up on the surface.

"Wilson thinks we're together."

I gasped out a laugh.

"H..He does? But why was he crying?"

House looked down. "I don't know, maybe cause of Amber. Maybe, we're too close." He said, the words almost seemed painful to admit out loud.

"Too... close?" I wrinkled my nose.

"So, Cuddy, I have a question. Do you want to be together?" House said seriously.

Silence permeates the air, and it hung no promise of an answer. I wasn't expecting that.

Tick, tock, tick. Tick.

House burst out in laughter, soon dissipating into giggles.

"You fell for it!" He looked at me, then gave me a secret glance, and I melted, feeling dizzy.