"I have no right to be mad یا disappointed. We're not together and if آپ want to be with another it's you're business. I know this rationally... but in my دل it doesn't make any sense...I was so happy when I saw my Med School desk. No one had ever done something so...thoughtful for me. I guess I thought it was your way of not only saying sorry, but that آپ wanted مزید than just friendship. Anyway, thank آپ for Rachel's present and thank آپ for the desk. I'd rather have your friendship than nothing at all." Cuddy let out an exhausted breath and stood up. She smiled hoping he wouldn't notice the sadness in her eyes.
House started to stare down at his own feet.
"Well, now that we've cleared that up, let's open your present." Cuddy کہا as she began to walk toward the door.
House stopped her with his cane. She paused at the sudden obstacle. He stood up behind her.
"I'm an idiot sometimes." He کہا into her ear.
Cuddy turned to face him.
"House?"
He took a tentative step closer to her. He placed his cane on the میز, جدول and took a deep breath. He felt nervous but he knew it was time to finally give her his present.
"House, آپ don't have to..."
"Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making دوستوں with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down...by pain and moaning for release,
یا nagged سے طرف کی want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
یا trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be...I do not think I would." He finished saying as his eyes remained focused on her face.
Cuddy began to open her mouth to say something but she was literally without words.
"You know the poem. It was your favorite." He کہا as he pulled out a worn copy of Edna Saint Vincent Millay's complete works with a red ribbon wrapped around it; from out of his کوٹ pocket.
"The one I loaned آپ in college." Cuddy کہا with surprise.
"Yeah, I always forgot to give it back to you. I decided one دن to give your Chick Lit a chance and I found that I really liked it...You underlined all your پسندیدہ passages and wrote notes."
Cuddy blushed.
"I always used to do that."
"This one poem was my پسندیدہ too."
Without thinking about it Cuddy grabbed House سے طرف کی his کوٹ کالر bringing him down into a kiss. It was different from the other kiss. This wasn't about drowing in comfort because the pain was too much. This was about connection. This was about giving love and allowing it to be received.
Cuddy pulled back eventually feeling the need for oxygen. House too took a big breath of air as they broke from their lip lock. Cuddy noticed the redness to House's cheeks and he once again saw hers. As if they both knew what the other was thinking they started to laugh in unison.
"You look happy, House."
He pulled her closer to him with his hands firmly on her waist.
"So do you, Cuddy."
Suddenly Wilson came through the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ door holding the gift Cuddy got House.
"More people arrived so we need space on the couch..."
Wilson suddenly realized that Cuddy and House were embracing.
"I'll make sure no one comes into the kitchen." He کہا with a smirk as he quickly left the room.
Cuddy picked up the gift bag and held it out for House. He took the bag from her and then placed it on the chair.
"I can open it later." He کہا as he once مزید encircled her waist and pulled her into him.
