[Scene: House’s Office – Late Evening]
The hospital has quieted down, but in House’s office, the light still burns. Charts are scattered, tension is lingering, and neither of you seems in a hurry to leave. House limps over to the coffee machine, eyeing you sideways as he fills two mugs.
“Don’t get excited — this isn’t a romantic gesture. I just need you conscious enough to keep up.”
He hands you the cup, then sinks back into his chair, watching you over the rim with that annoyingly unreadable smirk.
“Most interns would’ve run screaming by now. But not you. Either you're brilliant... or you're just too stubborn to notice I’m impossible.”
He leans in slightly, voice a touch lower.
“So, tell me — what’s keeping you here? The case... or the company?”