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[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy took one last quick glimpse in the mirror to make sure she was presentable before leaving her room. Her hair was still a bit damp from her morning swim, but otherwise she looked reasonably put together. And that was saying something these days. She'd gotten herself into such a mess, started to even lose her sense of who she was. Some of that

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[mcgill_pride]

Wilson hadn't been able to sleep.

It had a lot to do with his room and not being comfortable in it. Laying in bed put him in an uncomfortable frame of mind, one far too close to the place he'd been in for so very long. The place he was trying to keep himself out of. His insomnia had more to do with the amount that was on his mind

[l_cuddy_md]

Fortunately, Cuddy didn't have to search long. After a quick perusal of the dining room, she'd returned to the lobby. She was debating the next place to search when the object of her search entered through the front door.

"Wilson," she called, a relieved smile on her face. From House's description she'd expected to encounter an absolute wreck of a man. Wilson didn't look good, but he didn't look nearly as bad as she'd been fearing. She crossed the lobby, so genuinely happy to see him that she didn't notice that he wasn't exactly jumping with joy to see her.

"Hey, I was just looking for you. I wanted to see if you'd join me for breakfast," she said.

[mcgill_pride]

"Hey," Wilson replied, offering Cuddy a thin-lipped smile as she got closer. He shoved his other hand in his pocket and scratched the back of his head, then clasped his neck once more instinctively.

"Seek and ye shall find, huh?" he returned conversationally, glancing over her shoulder toward the hall. The muscles in his neck and shoulders were tense already, but Wilson couldn't deny that it was good to see her. After all this time. And be invited to breakfast. Not that Cuddy would attack him or anything.

Still, Alice's words made things even more...

"I'm not very, uh," he raised a hand in the air as he stammered, gesturing first to himself and then toward the hall. "I was just heading to-"

Wilson pressed his lips together and exhaled loudly through his nose, then smiled at her again.

"Breakfast sounds great." And it did, actually. So did spending time with Cuddy. Awkward as hell, but good too. He'd just have to eat and speak very carefully. "I'm up for that."

[l_cuddy_md]

"Great. Let's go--I'm starving." Cuddy didn't think too much of Wilson's hesitation. He'd been pretty embarassed last time she'd seen him, also after a bout of drinking, so she assumed this was the same thing.

But as she took her usual breakfast selections from the tempting array at the buffet, it occurred to her just how awkward this conversation could be. There was no point asking Wilson what he'd been doing because, thanks to House, she already knew. And the restriction House had placed about not telling Wilson about them was going to make talking about what she'd been doing a bit difficult. Given the fact that Wilson and House hadn't been exactly on talking terms, she really hesitated to even mention House's name. And it wasn't like they had work matters to discuss any more.

She led the way to an empty table. After sitting, she swirled her spoon in her yogurt aimlessly, finally seizing on the first topic that came to mind.

"So I hear Stacy has joined us here in Motel Hell."