She pretended for a moment that he was just watching the sunset, but she knew that was wrong. House may be many things but, she never took him for the kind to enjoy the view like that. He wasn't watching the colours in the sky change, he didn't see the staff leaving down below, heading home after a long day. His thoughts had taken over.
She opened the door, and walked over to the ledge beside him. They stood their soundlessly for a few minutes, she watched him out the corner of her eye. His eyes were closed, and his hands were gripping the ledge tightly.
"It's not your fault," she said softly.
"They say otherwise, those people downstairs, without a father, a husband."
"You can't think of them like that, you always try and stay uninvolved; this is the time to be that. House, you have to remember that you can't get it every time. It's not always going to be solvable at the eleventh hour. Sometimes, you just can't help them."
"I do, I normally do."
"Maybe so, but not this time."