As soon as House had finished barking orders, there was a general shuffle as the candidates gathered their things and left the lecture theatre. A few of them--the other woman, the Indian guy--gave him curious glances as they passed. They seemed to be evaluating him in the light that now four of them would be fired instead of three. Foreman didn't really care. It was a stupid hiring method anyway; they should have known there wasn't much hope, no matter how far they got by jumping through House's hoops.

House was still studying Foreman when he turned to follow Amber. His eyes were narrowed, a hint of a smirk hiding at the corner of his mouth. "You're going to quit again," he said. "You're going to be miserable."

Foreman had no idea if House had seen something between him and Amber--if there was a reason behind the assignment he'd made. Maybe whatever had happened before he'd come into the theatre had put Amber in the 'favoured' position. Maybe House just had an instinct for what would be the least comfortable arrangement. Foreman wouldn't put it past him. "I'm already miserable," he shot back at House, before he pushed his way out the door.

Amber had headed out ahead of him, purposefully, and Foreman wasn't eager to catch up with her, but he found her before she'd gone into the patient's room. "Look," he said, and then realized he had absolutely nothing to follow that up with. Anything he wanted to say sounded pathetic. He shook his head, letting his shoulders slump. He was an idiot. That was all there was to it. "I'm sorry."