From Chapter Two
"Well, that was your once in a life time opportunity."
"What if I want others?"
"Maybe we can make up some sort of arrangement. A quid pro quo of sorts."
"Oh really? And what do I have to give you to get what I want?"
"What I want of course."
"Which would be?"
"You."
"You mean you want screw me so you can humiliate me at work even more so than you did when I slept with Chase."
"No I want you. Yeah, I do want to sleep with you, but that's not it. God Cameron, are you going to make me say it?"
"Is it really that hard for you? To show that you care?"
"For me, yes it is."
"Why?"
"Because my emotional growth was stunted as a child. I don't know. But I do care, more than you know, more than I have ever shown."
"Well, seeing how you have never shown any level of caring that isn't hard to believe."
"Cameron, now is not the time for you to try to impersonate me and my sarcasm."
"Sorry. I am just not used to hearing you talk to me about feelings; it's thrown me for a loop."
"Well get use to it, I plan on telling you that I lo- that I like you, a lot."
Was he about to say that he loves me? It has to be my imagination. House doesn't love anyone, least of all me.
"House, are you trying to say that you love me?"
"Yes. Maybe. I don't know."
At least he is being honest.
Do I love her? I think so. But how can I tell her without sounding soft?
"You know I don't do the whole mushy thing, but I love you. Okay? That is as mushy as I get."
"That's all I needed to hear. I don't expect Godiva and roses. If I did I wouldn't be with you. I'd be with, well, anyone but you."
"Very true."
Why does she love me? She is young, and hot as hell, not to mention intelligent.
"Why me Cameron? You could have your pick of any man at the hospital, and I am sure you have had potential suitors from the gym or anywhere else you frequent, so why me? It just doesn't add up."
"Because you do what you think is right, no matter what. And you care about your patients more than anyone I know, even if you won't admit it; you risk your medical license all the time for them. You are passionate, not in a mushy romantic kind of way, but in an 'I have my own beliefs and I stick to them' way. And your eyes, they are damn sexy."
"You like me for my eyes?"
"Have you seen them lately?"
"What do you think I am? A narcissist? That I stand around admiring myself in the mirror all day? I don't think so. The fact that I don't shave on a regular basis should be a clue otherwise."
"True enough. But that doesn't matter. Your eyes are only part of why I like you, I like the whole package."
"Except the sarcastic bastard part."
"You're right, I don't like that part, but I know it isn't going to change I can learn to live with it."