A/N: I got this idea while listening to "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol. Please R&R.

Disclaimer: I don't own House.

"It's Tuesday," he said, I nodded slightly, hoping that my lack of enthusiasm would deter him. I had the same hope every Tuesday, but he was never discouraged. "I like you," he said, again I nodded; a slight tip of my head as I avoided his eyes. He didn't continue. I thought I had succeeded, but when I looked up his gaze was on me not his work. "I love you," he said. His voice was so soft I thought I had misheard him, but he repeated himself. "I love you.

"I…I don't. I…don't know," I said, and quickly left.