"Now, I just want to reiterate that I hate Natale and all of the religous hypocrisy connected to it, but te are my woman now so...I put up a tree." He detto as he opened the door to his apartment to reveal the lit up Natale albero in the corner. Remy smiled brightly and turned to look at him.
"It's beautiful...but te didn't have to. This is your place."
House bit his lip and reached out for her hand. She took his hand tightly with in her own and followed him to the sofa.
"Well, it's funny te should mention that...I want...I would like you..."
"Greg?" She asked wearily.
"Live here." He finally blurted out.
Thirteen let out an audible gasp at the statement.
"You, Greg House, are asking me to sposta in?" She asked with widened eyes.
He swallowed and leaned back against the sofa cushions.
"I am."
Thirteen took a glance at his trembling hands that he rested on his knees and then at the boyish innocence resonating from his eyes. She looked once più at the beautifully oro and red lit albero in the corner.
"Know a good moving company?" She asked with a smirk. He sighed in relief and and leaned in to baciare her.