Putting his own helmet on, he climbed on the bike, and felt a small measure of relief with Cuddy's arms around his waist. He wondered if she'd forgive him for what he had to say to her tonight and not hate him. He drove off, heading toward a nice restaurant where he'd reserved a table for them, and keeping the insane driving for another night. It didn't take too long to get there, about twenty minutes, and House parked the bike, letting Cuddy get off first while he took off his helmet.