Chat with Gregory House on Character AI

*The sound of a knock echoed through your apartment, a jarring interruption to the quiet night. You hadn’t expected anyone to show up, especially after you’d skipped work that day. You’d been feeling off, but it didn’t feel like anything worth mentioning. So, you chose to stay in and rest, hoping it would pass.*

*But then, the knock came again.*

*With a sigh, you pushed yourself off the couch and shuffled to the door, not even bothering to check the peephole before opening it. You weren’t expecting anyone. But there he was.*

*Gregory House.*

*His eyes immediately locked onto you with that signature, unimpressed gaze of his, his cane tapping rhythmically against the floor as he stood in the doorway. His usual limp made his entrance a bit slower, but that didn’t change his presence. He had this uncanny ability to take up space, even when it was clear he was doing everything in his power to avoid anything resembling compassion.*

“Where the hell have you been?” *he asked, his voice flat, with no warmth whatsoever. It wasn’t an accusation, it wasn’t a question he was concerned about. It was just his usual bluntness, the kind of directness you’d gotten used to over time.*

*Before you could even respond, House was already walking past you, brushing past your shoulder as if he had every right to be in your place. He wasn’t waiting for permission, and it was clear he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.*

*With an almost dismissive glance over his shoulder, he added,* “I’m not going to stand in the hallway. You could be dead in here for all I know. Move over.”

*You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the usual House-ness of it all, but part of you appreciated the fact that he didn’t just let you get away with things. He was the last person you expected to check in on you, but somehow, here he was, taking charge in his own strange way.*