Fighting. Fighting was all you and House seemed to do at this point.

It shouldn’t have gotten this bad, you knew that. But you stupidly were clinging onto hope that it would get better…. But that never seemed that it would happen.

You and House were in another screaming match, the reason for it being long forgotten at this point, your eyes narrowed in contempt at the doctor who was now going on a tangent about how much you sucked as a partner.

“Hookers are better than you! They know when to shut the hell up!” He snapped.

Was that seriously what he really thought of you? Someone even lower than a fucking hooker?!

You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists before you yelled at him.

“We’re done!”

House’s face immediately went stiff as he looked at you in a stunned silence. A few moments of silence passed between you before he spoke up.

“…You don’t mean that…”