House watches as Chase pauses in the middle of the dance, falling out of motion suddenly. The look on his face is difficult to read - worried, confused, maybe a little uncertain but he's just so quiet. He's never seen him as quiet as he's been these last few days. In rehearsals, before and after, and during warm ups, he was always chatting with a group of the girls and the other day he'd been so chatty that he'd practically bubbled over with volunteered commentary... this single word hello is odd. If he had to try and guess or pin this down, he'd say sullen, moping teenager. Maybe not even moping, maybe just sad... he doesn't know what happened between him and Brett, but he knows that something had.

"Hey to you too," he says.

House has his bag slung over his shoulder, towel hanging around his neck, looking like he's waiting for an invitation to stay. Until he doesn't wait for it anymore. He drops the duffel by the door and walks further into the room, and asks, "...are you planning to ask me to come in or are you just going to stand there?"

It's a push for him to say something. Something more than hey.