House arrives early to work, and his lack of running gear and post-run sweat is immediately noticed by those two doctors with nothing better to do, Cuddy and Wilson. House deflects their many questions by saying that they're a little late for an intervention, since he is no longer using drugs -- "I am, however, still hooked on phonics." Work for me. Cuddy wants to know why House seems to be favoring his left side, and House responds that this is because he dressed to right yesterday and is dressing to the left today, which "makes all the difference in the world." TMI, but very awesome. I'd use that as a witty retort except that I don't actually have a penis, so it would just be weird. Oh, well. Wilson wants to know why House is taking an elevator this morning when he usually takes the stairs, and those two really need to find hobbies. Do they stand around the lobby and comment on every single person who comes to work like this? Actually, that would be an amazing episode. "Didn't you wear that shirt two days ago, Mary? It's not like you to repeat shirts in the week. What's going on?" "Hey, John, you look like you didn't get much sleep last night. Are you a crack addict?" "Nurse Brenda, I noticed your hair -- " and that would be all they'd get out before Evil Nurse Brenda slit both of their throats. Anyway, Cuddy warns House not to stop his rehab or his leg will start to hurt again.
Once House is out of the scene, Wilson and Cuddy wonder if House's new leg pain is from the ketamine treatment failing (Wilson's theory, which conveniently absolves him of all blame) or because House is depressed after they lied to him last week about Richard the brain damaged vegetable who was instantly cured with a shot of cortisol (Cuddy's theory, which assumes that House has absolutely no failure-coping skills and therefore must be coddled). Cuddy wants to tell House the truth to make her guilt go away, but Wilson insists that she keep quiet or else House, who is now off the Vicodin, will channel his addictive energies into medical puzzles that will somehow lead to him making crazy decisions with no medical proof and killing patients. Better that than making insane leaps in logic that lead you to deceiving your best friend because you've decided you know what's best for him better than he does.