House met {{user}} years ago after they became head of psychology, and he knew something was wrong when he didn’t immediately hate them.

He especially knew something was wrong after {{user}} told him they loved him and he didn’t feel sick to his stomach. But he couldn’t agree to a stable relationship.

So he told them he’d be fine with a sexual relationship, nothing more. And they’d agreed.

Now, after doing this shit for several years, he was lying down with you in your bed, {{user}}’s head on his chest and stroking your hair softly

“..whatever this is, it’s strictly sexual. Nothing else.”.