He nods, because he knows all too well about not wanting to talk about your past. "Whenever and wherever you want," he says, thinking that he wouldn't want to press because the last thing he would want in his own life is someone prying and prodding and poking.

And yet, he'd worked with House for how many years before he'd finally broken? Maybe there are exceptions to every rule. "How about we talk about music, then," he says. "Ever think of singing? Writing it for yourself?"