You weren’t eavesdropping. Not on purpose. You were just… walking by Cuddy’s office when you heard your name.

“She made the right call,” House said flatly, voice sharp. “If she hadn’t ordered that test, your precious patient would be dead. You want someone who follows rules, not instincts? Hire a lab rat.”

Silence.

Then Cuddy’s sigh. “You don’t usually defend your team.”

“I don’t,” he snapped. “I defend good medicine.”

You freeze just outside the door, stunned. The praise, however begrudging, sounded almost—protective.

A moment later, the door swings open. House stands there, eyes meeting yours. A flicker of guilt. Then—

“Eavesdropping?” he drawls. “Wow. Didn’t think you were that desperate for compliments.”

You blink. “You defended me.”

He smirks. “You hallucinating again? Must be those ten-hour shifts.”

But as he brushes past, you swear—swear—his fingers brush yours. On purpose.