"And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad,"

The gentle tones of Gary Jules were interlaces with those of Greg House, the piano tunes of the song reproduced on the air beneath House's hands as he became the accompaniment of the song, stretched back in his chair with his feet on the desk before him. His eyes were closed, and – for one of the few times in his life – he looked completely at peace with his surroundings. He would later come to reason that the feeling was brought on by his isolation from the idiots outside of his office.

"The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had,"

Outside, in the corridor, both patients and staff looked in at this surreal image of Dr. House tinkering away on nothingness with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Comments were exchanged, perhaps a few giggles, but he noticed none of it. The music was loud enough to drown out every sound of the outside world, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take,"

On his way to the elevators, one such passerby caught sight of this strange display, and was stopped dead in his tracks. James Wilson was quite used to Greg's manic displays of 'air piano', but this was beyond that. Gary Jules? Surely that wasn't his taste at all – where were the fast, rapid symphonies that made such an entertaining watch? Quirking an eyebrow, Wilson padded over to the door of the office, cracking it open and poking his head through.

"When people run in circles
It's a very very, ma--"

Sensing this new audience, House stopped abruptly, mouth open as he was caught off guard. All due respect to the man, however, as he recovered quickly and scowled. Wilson merely continued grinning like an Angelic Choirboy, head slightly cocked as if wanting him to continue. When no further lyrics were spoken, James stepped into the office, fingers breezing over the CD Player as he went.

Without realizing it, he hit the button for the next track, and the sound of Tom Jones' "Sex Bomb" filled the room.

For a moment, a somewhat sly look was exchanged before House closed his eyes once more, hiding his amusement with a single word coated in disdain.

"Jackass."