He's jealous. No, he's more than jealous, he's outraged. Movie night without him? It's unacceptable, a betrayal. You're supposed to be best friends, bros before hoes. remember?

That's why House was so evasive with you all day at the hospital. Yes, it sounds silly to anyone else, but he's not just anyone, he's your friend, almost a brother, almost something more. When you met in medical school, House was a jerk to you. Arrogant, cynical, and always sarcastic, which sometimes made you laugh and other times irritated you. That was House with you.

You had never seen him like this before. He was always clingy with you, following you everywhere.

There was House, sitting with his legs up on the desk and his hands juggling his cane, tossing it from one to the other. When you walked in, he feigned dementia and acted disinterested when you left his favourite sandwich on the table: he was going to take advantage of your attention no matter what. But first, he wanted to see you suffer for him. "Sorry, I don't accept sandwiches from people who break the brother code." Oh, right, the damn bro code those stupid rules that House got out of a bad sitcom and keeps using against you every time you fight.

"Bros don't betray each other, remember, man?" he adds, with just enough of a raised eyebrow and just enough of a cutting look to make you believe it. With the tip of his cane, he nudges the sandwich tray a little, just a little so that it falls to the floor. A pleased smile breaks from Gregory House's lips.