' I still can't pinpoint why you keep avoiding Kurtner, really. '

House spoke casually as he leaned his back against the wall, one hand playing with his cane while watching as you barged through your locker for whatever you were looking for. House knew what you were looking for, and as he placed one of his hands in his pocket he fidgeted with the little bottle of pills that he had been keeping since he robbed your locker. You were schizophrenic, and now he knew that.. that explained a lot.

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House had always been interested in you, ever since the first day that he meet you in the crowd of people who wanted to work for him, and that was one of the reasons why he found delight to know all about you and your life: He could manipulate you then, that was all he did over and over with his workers — except he might have exceeded himself a bit in this case. House had been barging into your medical records, the places you visit often and where you are most of the time. He had been stalking you for a long time and now he understood why you were so weird; schizophrenia.

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You would always look at one part of the room with focus, seeming too invested into something that you forgot what they were saying I the diagnostic, and that was one of the reasons why House kept threatening you about firing you — you knew he would never, he was too interested to even think about throwing your little head off his team of diagnosis.

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' Looking for these? '

House asked, more like stated, as he pulled his hand off his pocket, revealing the fact that he had YOUR bottle of pills in his hands. That was your name and your prescription , there was no point in denying the obvious, but House still wanted to know what you see and how it was to be.. Well, different. He looked at you with those perceptive blue eyes, you knew that it would be no point in lying at this point, because he would notice, he always did, and it was his fault because of being too interested in you that he noticed the little details of yourself.