Stephen was a little confused but let House in anyway. He couldn't stop looking at him with suspicion and secret yearning. He offered House something to drink but he refused.

"Now, I have to finish up looking at some paper work, so sit there and I'll be back." He was gone for only a minute and the phone rang.

"Could you be ever so lovely and answer that for me?" Stephen called from the other room, and House answered."

"Hello?" There was a slight pause on the other line.

"House? Is that you?" And he could tell it was Corinne.

"Yeah. He asked me to answer."

"Why are you there to begin with?" he sighed and decided to ask anyway.

"Corinne, why do you hate me?"

"I already told you."

"No. I know there has to be a reason. There has to be more than Wilson and 'just because.' Now tell me."

"Fine." She sighed and began to tell. "It started when Stephen and I were back in England. All he could about was you. House, House, House. 'He's so great and lovely and I just love him!' he'd say. I was okay with that. He was so excited you came to visit him, and when you left, it tore him up inside. I couldn't believe someone could leave without saying goodbye. And, I don't know, I guess I never forgave you for it. Even if he did." House was speechless on the other line.

"So, can you tell me why you are there?"

"I'm actually here to make things right again."

"Just promise me this, please promise you won't do the same thing to him." Corinne whispered, almost pleading.

"I promise." They hung up and a few minutes passed until Stephen came out. He sat down across from House and looked at him.

"So, House, why are you here?" House shifted uncomfortably.

"I came here to apologize for what I did to you back in England. How I left you there and how I didn't say anything. I knew you liked me, but I didn't know myself." Stephen waved him off.

"Please, don't worry about it. It happened, it happened."

"It's just, after what Wilson did, it brought that back and I didn't want to be like that."

"What happened with Wilson?" House told him the story and Stephen shook his head slowly.

"Wilson never struck me like...a rapist. How terribly upsetting. I am so sorry."

"Yeah. Now I moved out on him and I was wondering if I could stay here? Maybe?" Stephen laughed softly and allowed him to stay. They had moved closer together, and House couldn't help himself. He leaned in on Stephen and kissed him. At first, Fry kissed him back. It didn't last long before Fry pushed House away.

"How dare you! After what you did to me? And you want it to be alright?!"

"But you said-"

"I only said it to make you happy! I know how you don't like to be wrong. But you know what, House, it DID upset me. I was depressed and angry and hurt. And after all these years, you come to me and just say 'sorry' because your boyfriend raped one of your colleagues? I'm sorry, but no." House was confused and was pushed out of the house by Fry.

"I thought you said I could stay." House asked bitterly.

"Fuck off." and the door was slammed in his face. Now House had no one, and he could feel himself getting angry. He drove away, not having a place to go. He was not about to apologize to Wilson or Fry, so the only place left was to Chase and Kayla's place. Hopefully they wouldn't kick him out, too. They didn't, however, and they were very happy to have him there. House couldn't sleep. All he could think about was how he had just fucked up any relationship with Fry, and how his relationship with Wilson was practically non-existant. He didn't know what to do, how to feel. He was used to rejection, but something about this time made it hard for him.