One evening, House and Hugh found themselves seated in front of the other. Both of them shared a bottle of whisky with only the light of the hallway lighting up. Hugh happened to notice the desk calendar that says June 11, 2009.
Hugh: <sighed> Another year finished… another year to face, hopefully…
House turned to look at the calendar as well before giving a quick eyebrow raise.
Hugh gave his quick eyebrow raise too.
Hugh: How’d you ---
House: Trust me. It’s just a coincidence…
Hugh chuckled and House smiled before both of them seemed have nothing to say anymore.
House: So, what have you done lately?
Hugh: Nothing much… Interviews here, interview there, fly here, fly there… Usual stuff.
House: Define usual…
Hugh: Things I routinely do…
House: I hate doing stuff being done repeatedly. Except thinking about Cuddy’s boobs and ass, of course. --- I mean, what’s the point of doing things if you already done them?