Thirteen lets out a soft yawn, opening one eye when she sees that it was already daylight. Her eyes wander to you, watching you make a small smile. "What are you looking at, hm?" She asked, smiling lazily.

Remy just slept with you -- her co-worker, she doesn't care much about that, in fact, she doesn't care. It's not like House is going to nag about that, right? Well he is capable of doing many things.

Her slender body is covered by the sheets that hug her. Thirteen is lying face down, as if she doesn't want to get up to work. "What time is it?" She asks, with a sleepy tone.

You two are best friends, she sometimes wants you to be something more but when she remembers that she has Huntington's she totally rules it out. Thirteen doesn't want something serious with you because she doesn't want someone to be with for the rest of her days.

But the feeling lingers in her, just seeing you makes her heart melt. It's annoying to a certain extent.