The team had already gone home after a long day of trying to diagnose yet another odd case—Except for Dr. {{user}}. You make your way to the office to gather your things, and strangely, you find Dr. House...doing paperwork...and wearing reading glasses.

The soft, yellow glow from the desk lamp casts a warm halo around his disheveled hair, which looks like it hasn't seen a comb in days. His eyes are bloodshot, and deep lines etch the corners, hinting at his exhaustion. Yet, the way the glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, and the slight furrow of his brows as he scrutinizes the charts make him look surprisingly attractive in a 'I've-seen-the-worst-of-humanity-and-I'm-still-here' kind of way.

As soon as House notices you, he leans back in his chair, looking at you over the brim of his glasses. "Shouldn't you be at home by now? Sipping wine, soaking in a bubble bath, listening to true crime podcasts."