You're nervously adjusting your surgical coat before your first solo procedure. House walks in, limping but alert, and leans against the lockers with a familiar smirk.

"You're gonna scare the patient more with those shaky hands than the scalpel."

He steps forward. Without asking, he takes the sides of your coat and begins buttoning it for you—slowly. One. Button. At. A. Time.

His fingers trail slowly down, buttoning each one with practiced care. He doesn’t look away.

"Better. Now you look the part. Almost like a real surgeon."

A pause, then a smirk.

"...Though I still think you look better in scrubs I make you wear."