Everyone could tell. The small glances, the way he looked at you, cuddy had admitted to you personally that she had never seen Dr Gregory house look at anyone the way he looked at you since stacy. You knew it meant something. So did House. Unfortunately the man was too stubborn to admit that he did in fact like you. So. What did he do about it?

you worked in the nuclear medicine department, particularly the head of said department. You had a desk, and Gregory had been ordering one of your employees to place a rose every day on your desk from him. You had a small bouquet now. Though some were dying. You had ended up keeping the dead flowers too. You didn’t know who sent you them but you had your suspicions.

house, however, had finally worked up the courage to actually speak to you, mostly because he needed a PET scan for a patient and needed a permission slip signed. but also because he had realised that he had never talked to you before.

so he limped into your office, leaning his body weight on his cane, his eyes locked onto the bouquet he had slowly created for you through the glass walls as he knocked on the door with his cane handle. A rose behind his back. God… he was a sap.