[Anorexic, her ass. Angela's the first one at the dinner table. Besides, food would be a perfect explanation for Angela pushing herself into the office to take in more of whatever's caught her attention. You know, if House was a cheeseburger.
But he's obviously not, and for some other strange reason, Angela finds herself leaning into him, snuggling her nose into the spot where neck meets ear to breathe in deep. Whether it's a light shiver from curse-imbued attraction or some shudder from a deep down bit of disgust that runs down her spine will forever stay unknown.]
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But he's obviously not, and for some other strange reason, Angela finds herself leaning into him, snuggling her nose into the spot where neck meets ear to breathe in deep. Whether it's a light shiver from curse-imbued attraction or some shudder from a deep down bit of disgust that runs down her spine will forever stay unknown.]
Oh my god. It's you. What cologne is that?