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Author's Note: I will be traveling for the next two days, and possibly unable to respond to your comments as fast as I'd usually like. So I thank you in advance for reading, I love you all.
Decisions, Decisions
House sat at his desk, mucking through the trench of shit that is his daily email. That it used to be her task was enough reason to bring her to mind every time he checked it. Worse, today there was one from her.
We’re having a dinner party Friday the 26th at eight and I really hope you’ll come. Wilson will be there, and Dr. Cuddy, few other people. I put the address below. Let me know if you’ll be there or not. -Cameron
It wasn’t the address he’d memorized as belonging to her, so it must be his. He scowled. Dinner at the home of the man he’d fired, the man who’d then taken her with him. His stomach knotted, his chest tightened. The mere thought made him physically ill; he couldn’t imagine how bad actually attending the thing would be. But I’d see her.
He read the email again. “We’re having a dinner party…I hope you’ll come.” She wanted him there. Chase didn’t. It might be worth it just to ruin Chase’s night.
Should House say he’ll come, or send his regrets?