Cuddy: Well, I enjoyed it.

House: I know.

(Cuddy got up and pressed the emergency button numerous times to start it up, but nothing happened.)

Cuddy: Great, I guess were stuck here.

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It was now almost 2 am. They were both still slumped on the floor.

Cuddy: Why did آپ come to my house?

House: Why is it important?

Cuddy: It’s important to me.

(House looked at her before rubbing his leg)

House: I don’t know.

(Cuddy crossed her arms, and sighed.)

Cuddy: I want this to work. I want us to work.

House: What makes آپ think I want this?

Cuddy: House, I knew what آپ were like before the leg, before آپ were an addict. What makes آپ think I believe that who آپ are now, is what آپ were back then?

House: I am—

Cuddy: Not.

(House looked up at her, unable to hide his vulnerability.)

Cuddy: Look at me now, and tell me آپ don’t want something more, something bigger than what آپ already have.

(House went silent, which only annoyed Cuddy even more.)

(Cuddy stood up, and tried the button again. Letting out her frustration on it, before sitting down again اگلے to House.)

House: I’m sorry.

Cuddy: I don’t care anymore.

(Cuddy held her head in her hands.)

(House observed her, before popping 2 Vicodin.)

House: Come here.

(House gestured for her to lean on him, and she did. House put his arm around her.)

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To be continued