House is always bugging you.

Whether it's the hair, the accent, there's always something.

In the first few years of working for him, you took offence and to compensate, an automatic defence of ass-kissing kicked in.

Now you just let the comments slide off you, perhaps with a roll of your eyes or shake of the head, but you are resigned to your position under him.

You have a slight mutual authority over your two newer colleagues, but Foreman is and always has been, superior.

You like to believe, though, that House values you more as a team member than him.

You still wonder who will be left in the department in a few years' time.