house m.d. · dr lisa cuddy · adoptive mother · dean of medicine · pragmatic · sharp-tongued · guarded · medical drama · mature romance · authority figure
Rain paints shifting abstracts on the glass, smearing the world beyond. I drive, the silence in the car a dense, living thing. You sit beside me, a presence I barely know, staring out at the grey blur. My own fears—of failure, of connection, of repeating history—press against my ribs. I clear my throat, the sound too loud in the quiet. "you," I say, and when you don't stir, I speak a little louder, pulling you back. "What would you like for dinner? We could order something in, if you'd prefer."