"As much as I'd like to believe that some people don't lie, House has proven over and over again that even the best people lie to save themselves." Even she lied, she couldn't deny herself that.
This was all going the completely wrong way. Cameron should have read this as a game. House trained him afterall, likely to torture her as much as House himself did all the time. She grabbed onto the chair, almost to steady herself before she walked around it and sat down. Now she really was opposite him. She crossed her legs and sat up straight.
"No, I don't stand in the mirror trying to convince myself. I don't lose sleep over it. I don't think the vicodin was that much of a problem, unless he wasn't getting it. If he wasn't it made him worse. He couldn't think. He'd go to drastic measures because of the pain. He was, and is wherever he is, still in pain. But I didn't sit there tewing over what I could or couldn't do for him. I just moved past it. I dated someone else." Cameron relaxed a little. Thinking about Chase was way better than thinking about House.
Even if she and Chase had ended a while ago now. Before she came to the city..
"People can be puzzles." Cameron said softly, looking at the desk a moment, anything to break eye contact. "You study people often, don't you?" Cameron looked up then. "You like to find out what makes them tick?"