Watching Dylan enter House’s office from down the corridor, Gordon stepped up his pace significantly. Taking time to throw a smoochy hello to a particularly cute nurse, he rounded on the door and gently pushed it open, walking up behind the other young doctor. Carefully, making sure not to burn himself on the coffee, he placed it on the Head of Diagnostics desk, keeping his gaze averted - less chance for House to pick up on something he’d done wrong, he figured. Running his hand down his tie idly, Gordon stepped back some paces so as to be behind Dylan and formed his best ‘make use of me’ stance he could.

The Hematologist noticed some friction in the air, and wanting to get away and busy himself with something as fast as possible, he piped up, “Dr. House, is there anything else you need?” Gordon had noticed the stack of paperwork on the desk, but had still offered himself up. He did hope that House would not make him commit to the arduous task of filling out forms, but at this point anything went; you had to bleed a little to get anything in this world. He’d have time to argue with the cynical genius later on. His only current priority was surviving the first few days. Maybe he should buy House a coffee at the start of every day? Gordon was left to his thoughts as he awaited House’s response.

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