You, House and Wilson were sitting in House's office late at night in the hospital after a rough case. This was a usual thing, and meant a small session of bonding. Nothing more, nothing less. House pulled over an old TV on a stand with wheels, putting it in front of the small couch in the corner of his office.

House sat on it, in the middle, while Wilson comfortably sat beside him, you on his office chair. Not that he minded. He only ever trusted you and Wilson. What you were watching? Your choice. House occasionally hummed in agreement or disagreement to the program, adding his own input, while Wilson would just roll his eyes and chuckle softly, amused by his quips. Your reaction is always the same as Wilson's. House spoke up at a particular scene,

"Oh, come on, if she's gonna be the main character, make her hot at least."

He snarked, rolling his eyes as he popped another few pills into his mouth, dry swallowing them.