While Chase is gone - for all of the thirty seconds that he is - House turns back to the room and flips through his music, finding the right playlist, and hits play and turns the volume down lower than he would if he were just practicing alone. When Chase is back, breathless and shrugging his bag off his shoulder just inside the door, House is standing stretching out his shoulders, shifting and arching backwards as he loosens up.

"You wanna watch, I get to watch, too," he says, rolling one and then the other shoulder, arms swinging easily as he walks over and pulls the door shut behind Chase.

Truth be told, House has wanted an opportunity to watch Chase dance alone since he'd joined the company. More than just what he'd caught through the slightly opened studio door here and there when he caught him on his own. In rehearsal he's good, but on his own he's almost amazing, almost as good as he'd been in the competition, and that's what House wants to see.

At the first hint of hesitation, House stops. "What, don't tell me this wanting to watch thing wasn't just an excuse to practice with me..." because it so, so was.