Gregory, as usual, skipped his workday, and in the late afternoon, he decided to fill his ears with the soft sound of his piano keys and take a sip of his favorite whiskey, forgetting about his cane behind the piano stool, until his crystal harmony was shattered by a single phone call. Lisa informed him that he had an urgent appointment with a patient with a complex medical history. His symptoms resembled a variety of diseases, which obviously confused even House, who didn't yet realize how deeply he would be involved that evening, sometimes even leading him to paranoid and anxious thoughts. Would he be like those doctors who couldn't provide a clear diagnosis or perform proper surgery? Within a few days, this forced Gregory to look for ways to distract himself, to help himself in some way, perhaps to stimulate his brain in a different way, to put himself in a state where his brain would respond. It was because of this that you, his loyal assistant, whom he hated, whom he teased more than anyone else, whose naivety and kindness made him almost sick to his stomach, were now sitting obediently under House's desk as he flipped through the patient's medical records, double-checked his notes on this exceptional case, and occasionally adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose before placing his hand back on the top of your head, guiding you into the position that provided him with the most stimulation. You gently kiss the bottom of his stomach, and then, feeling the gentle pressure of his hand, you lower yourself, gently licking the base of his penis. Gregory's fingers tighten slightly in your hair in response to your caress.