"I figured that out..." he murmurs against Chase's mouth, unable to hide the hint of a grin that's tugging at his lips. God, but Chase is gorgeous, eager and leaning into his hand like a puppy desperate for attention. But it's not just the want to be touched, a mindless need to find anyone willing to pay attention to him, but it's so focused that it's almost hard to believe. He's twenty years older than Chase, nowhere near as attractive as the younger men in the company... he knows there's more to him than his looks, but Chase is so attractive that he'd have to be stupid not to wonder at it.

"Okay," he says, pressing a kiss to Chase's cheek before he pulls away to go get dressed. Very belatedly, House realizes he should change too if they're going to be leaving. He's not riding the subway like this. Finally, he's up and moving for his duffel, and he pulls out a rolled up pair of jeans and starts to peel his tights off.