House is not a man of romance.

He gave up on love when Stacy decided to put him in pain for the rest of his life. He gave up on love when Cuddy gave up on him.

So it sucks to hear his interns go on and on about their stupid, petty love lives, arguing about cheating and who kissed who.

"Love. Romance. Bleh," House mutters under his breath as he throws his red ball into the corner of the room.

"It's all just a chemical reaction in our brains hardwired to mate. None of it matters in the end, anyway. We all die alone."

He's not in a good mood today.