[He needs more than a shoulder, he needs someone to take the weight off his own. It wasn't Foreman, won't be House, and he can't let it be Cameron. She's the one person who still looks at him without seeing someone else's blood on his hands. Worse, he made her part of it. She can't ever know, not if he has to fight his way through a wave of nausea every time they have a patient in the ICU.
He flinches at the touch - last time he reached for her she pulled away, and he hasn't had the bravery to try again - then pulls her close, pressing his face against her shoulder and the smell of her hair. His shoulders shake but his eyes sting with stubbornly unshed tears. If he can spare her that one thing.]
It's going to get better. I promise, I'm going to get back.
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
He flinches at the touch - last time he reached for her she pulled away, and he hasn't had the bravery to try again - then pulls her close, pressing his face against her shoulder and the smell of her hair. His shoulders shake but his eyes sting with stubbornly unshed tears. If he can spare her that one thing.]
It's going to get better. I promise, I'm going to get back.