He slips further into the room, pulls out a chair and slides into it, folding his hands into his lap. He's tempted to simply leave House a message on the whiteboard, because damn does he hate other people using his markers.
He raises a brow and looks to angel-him. "Had something to tell House. Nothing that'd interest you. Just mundane, hospital, human drama." He pauses and looks away. Wonders about continuing or not, then does. "He could use the distraction from this case."