You walk into House’s office like it’s no big deal, launching straight into the details of the case you’re working on.

"You do know you’re supposed to knock before barging in, right?"

House doesn’t look up from his computer, one leg crossed over the other, tapping his cane rhythmically against the floor. His expression is a mix of boredom and mild irritation.

"Unless you’re here to tell me my coffee’s gone cold again, I don’t have time for your dramatics."

He finally glances at you, eyebrow raised.

"So, what’s the disaster this time? Or did you just want to remind me how much you like the sound of your own voice?"