There was something slightly embarassing about walking through the hospital lobby with a stuffed bear that held a bright red helium balloon in its paws. Or maybe only Wilson would think that. Perhaps it was because the gift was belated, as was the birthday card he held under his arm. Both the bear and the card had been in his trunk for some time now; for the past week he'd either been too busy to leave his office or Cuddy was making her rounds when he got the chance to go see her. He felt bad about it, so maybe that's where the mild discomfort came from.
It wasn't just Cuddy's birthday that caused Wilson to head straight for her office that Monday morning, though. Ever since the discussion he'd had with House concerning the trial date he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. There was nothing comfortable about the situation and talking about it wasn't something he expected Cuddy to be thrilled over, but he intended to try anyway. What Wilson didn't intend to do was let her go through any of this alone. Even as independent as
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Wilson lifted a hand and ran his fingers over his lips, realised it probably made him look a little anxious, and dropped his hand back to his lap. It wasn't just that House had been nice that was bothering him - it was the way House had reacted in bed, the way he'd tensed up. No way could he say to Cuddy, though, 'Oh no, it was after we had sex, House started acting weird'. Just because Cuddy had been sexually involved with House and himself, didn't mean he felt comfortable talking about his sex life with her
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"Things have been...weird," she agreed. More than weird. Life had taken on a surreal air at times. Sometimes she half wondered if everything that had happened was real. Some of it certainly felt like a bad dream, but unfortunately she knew it was all real.
Not that the sex was unfortunate, not until House had time to think about it anyway. But those memories had a sort of unreal quality to them, too. She was still conflicted about how she felt about their night together (thanks in large part to House) On the one hand she couldn't believe she'd done something like that, with them. On the other hand, she didn't think doing it, doing them, had to be a bad thing. And on the third hand she figured she didn't have enough hands to straighten out her own thoughts
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Wilson smiled back at her with a snort. "Funny how, when House is making everyone suffer with his childishness, it means everything is normal, and when he's actually making an effort means things aren't normal." He shook his head as he started pushing himself up from his seat. "Not sure if it's him or us that has it backwards."
Once he was standing tall, he studied Cuddy's face, still with a slight smile on his lips. "It's good you had a good time this weekend, though," he continued a little more seriously. "Maybe take a note from it. Try and be there for yourself more often, rather than just focusing on everything else around you."
He paused, trying to think of a way to find out when the trial was without directly asking her. "Especially during the upcoming trial, which is...?" He gave a gesture with his hand and affected a look of concern rather than interest and curiosity, hoping that would prompt Cuddy to tell him without her thinking he was trying to pry.
He pressed his lips together and sighed quietly when he saw how Cuddy stiffened as she spoke of the trial. Couple of weeks was pretty soon. Probably too soon for Cuddy in the sense that she'd barely had time to get over what had happened and soon she'd have to face it all over again. On the other hand, sooner was better than later - the sooner this was dealt with, the sooner Cuddy could put it all behind her. Or try to, at least
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"Except that I do." Cuddy wasn't dismissing Wilson's support. She knew he'd be there, say the right things. House...wouldn't say the right things but he'd be supportive in some twisted, House only way. And yes, it would mean something. It would matter. But ultimately she had to do this alone. When she got up on the stand, there wouldn't be anyone there to hold her hand so she'd better suck it up and deal
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Wilson wanted to argue that no, she didn't have to go through this alone. No, he couldn't be there for her while she was in the stand... but he could be there in the courtroom. He could be a listening ear when she needed it. He got as far as opening his mouth when Cuddy continued talking and by the time she'd snatched the bit of paper to write on, Wilson had moved his hand to the back of his neck to give it a rub
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"Uh huh," she said, distracted. She was listening to Wilson but she needed to write down her ideas while they were fresh in her mind. This is what she did well. She could see a problem, think of a solution, and--most importantly--act on it. It did, however, make her appear to be dismissive or inattentive when she latched onto something. She could be a little brusque with others when she had a goal in sight.
She set her pen down and gave Wilson her full attention again. She understood what Wilson was telling her, and she agreed in theory. In practice....
"This is what I do for me. This...makes me feel good...useful," she said, tapping her finger on the notes she'd just made. She was pretty sure that Wilson understood what she meant, even if he didn't necessarily approve of her coping methods. In fact, she was pretty sure Wilson had used the same type of coping method himself, deflecting his own problems by focusing on someone else's
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Wilson wasn't sure Cuddy was listening to him, which caused him to feel a little displaced in the room. He kind of wanted her to need him because then if he had somewhere else to place his concern, maybe he wouldn't feel so bothered by House. Useful was the word Cuddy used when she returned her focus back to him; that was exactly how he wanted to feel in terms of Cuddy
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It wasn't just Cuddy's birthday that caused Wilson to head straight for her office that Monday morning, though. Ever since the discussion he'd had with House concerning the trial date he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. There was nothing comfortable about the situation and talking about it wasn't something he expected Cuddy to be thrilled over, but he intended to try anyway. What Wilson didn't intend to do was let her go through any of this alone. Even as independent as ( ... )
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Not that the sex was unfortunate, not until House had time to think about it anyway. But those memories had a sort of unreal quality to them, too. She was still conflicted about how she felt about their night together (thanks in large part to House) On the one hand she couldn't believe she'd done something like that, with them. On the other hand, she didn't think doing it, doing them, had to be a bad thing. And on the third hand she figured she didn't have enough hands to straighten out her own thoughts ( ... )
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Once he was standing tall, he studied Cuddy's face, still with a slight smile on his lips. "It's good you had a good time this weekend, though," he continued a little more seriously. "Maybe take a note from it. Try and be there for yourself more often, rather than just focusing on everything else around you."
He paused, trying to think of a way to find out when the trial was without directly asking her. "Especially during the upcoming trial, which is...?" He gave a gesture with his hand and affected a look of concern rather than interest and curiosity, hoping that would prompt Cuddy to tell him without her thinking he was trying to pry.
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She set her pen down and gave Wilson her full attention again. She understood what Wilson was telling her, and she agreed in theory. In practice....
"This is what I do for me. This...makes me feel good...useful," she said, tapping her finger on the notes she'd just made. She was pretty sure that Wilson understood what she meant, even if he didn't necessarily approve of her coping methods. In fact, she was pretty sure Wilson had used the same type of coping method himself, deflecting his own problems by focusing on someone else's ( ... )
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