Why, did he trigger you, House? Amory holds firm, determination unwavering even as House positions himself for a denial. Actually, scratch that. Pretty sure 'go find a drug dealer' counts as a flat out no.

"I'm not looking for recreation, Dr. House," he rebuts, letting the sarcasm bleed through. "If I was looking for fun, do you think I'd come to you?"

Pulling off his hat, he runs a hand through his hair, the light exposing dark shadows under his eyes. Amory glances back down, squinting right back at him.

"You were my doctor once."