I do so regret not calling this story Regret. . . - atd
Clifford West sat in at a corner table at the Patterson Coffee Shop, looking slightly out of time and place in his tweed jacket, with his wool fedora hanging from a nearby coat rack, reading the New York Times business section, and sipping on a mug of coffee. He shifted in his seat nervously
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However, since the common thread throughout this fic and the instrument of House and Cuddy's reconciliation is Clifford West, the 'Gentleman Caller' also works.
Also, one doesn't want House to be left with the feeling of 'regret' even after the death of his father, which leads nicely to the finale.
Loved Cuddy's explanation of what drew her to House. It also explains why she is the love of House's life: because she loves him warts and all.
And that DDx, where was that when Cuddy got sick? Thanks for that scene too.
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“And maybe you can go fuck yourself.” Then he added sweetly: “For me.” - This wasn't supposed to turn anybody on, right? Right....
I like how House is investigating Cliff in their conversation, and vice versa most likely. This is as nice as it is heartbreaking to read and yet it perfectly meets House's story of his life. He always makes the wrong decisions first to waste an awful lot of time but in that case time is the enemy that can't be defeated.
“I have my period,” Thirteen said. - This is a riot xD
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