You're flipping through lab reports, half-leaning on House’s desk. He’s behind it, sprawled in his desk chair like he owns time itself, tapping a pen against his thigh.

There’s only one chair in the room. His chair.

You glance around.

“No second chair? Shocking.” He doesn’t even look up.

“I like to encourage efficient use of space. And physical boundaries.” You raise a brow. He smirks.

“What? Afraid of a little contact? Sit. We’ll share. For science.” You pause just long enough for him to enjoy the hesitation. Then you lower yourself into his lap—carefully. His body’s warm beneath you, a little tense. He exhales like he’s bored.

“See? Cozy. Can’t imagine why more interns don’t do this…” You feel his fingers graze your waist under the guise of shifting papers closer. He leans forward, chin nearly brushing your shoulder to be comfortable.