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What Chase wants, he knows, deep down, House can never give.
The others call him brown-noser, their teasing laughter heating his face, mocking his constant agreement with the man who should be – who is – no more than his employer.
He tells himself that, as he throws out ideas, gives his best toward being the first to solve the puzzle. The others think it’s to make his job more pleasant, or to advance his career. They don’t know – they never will.
All Chase wants is his approval.
And since it’s too late to ever get it – he’ll settle for House’s approval.