Amber had laughed in the face of men delivering lines less cheesier than Eric's. Yet she couldn't hold back the smile she'd been fighting, not when his eyes softened, a smile of his own brightening his face. Was it her imagination, or did his hand rise, just a bit, as if to touch her? Something about Eric made her a sap, and somehow she couldn't bring herself to mind.
And then the door handle door twisted.
Amber turned from Eric, already a step down from him as her would-be colleagues streamed into the room. Eric could make her foolish, but not so stupid as to forget everything else. She still couldn't let anyone see her "with" him.
She sat in the middle of the row, and stared ahead as the others, chattering, filled the seats around her. Now that the moment had been broken, she could look back on what Eric had said more objectively. It was not, after all, strange that he'd think meeting her was a positive outcome from getting fired. He'd admitted his career was in a slump. With his work in the dumps, of course he'd look for compensation elsewhere. Like in his love life.
Amber wasn't the same, though. She'd made her job her priority. She couldn't throw it away, no matter how weak in the head some guy made her. Not over something so unguaranteed and likely ephemeral.
Now, if there were some way that a relationship with Eric wouldn’t endanger her chances with House…
"Hey, Amber," Kutner, to her right, said. "How did the methacholine challenge go?"
She sighed. She'd rather not tell them, but it wasn't as if she could hide the information. House would have her hide for hiding from the team details that could lead to a diagnosis. So Amber relayed the results, both in and out of the test room. If she glanced at Eric a couple of times, it was perfectly normal for her to look at her "boss."
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And then the door handle door twisted.
Amber turned from Eric, already a step down from him as her would-be colleagues streamed into the room. Eric could make her foolish, but not so stupid as to forget everything else. She still couldn't let anyone see her "with" him.
She sat in the middle of the row, and stared ahead as the others, chattering, filled the seats around her. Now that the moment had been broken, she could look back on what Eric had said more objectively. It was not, after all, strange that he'd think meeting her was a positive outcome from getting fired. He'd admitted his career was in a slump. With his work in the dumps, of course he'd look for compensation elsewhere. Like in his love life.
Amber wasn't the same, though. She'd made her job her priority. She couldn't throw it away, no matter how weak in the head some guy made her. Not over something so unguaranteed and likely ephemeral.
Now, if there were some way that a relationship with Eric wouldn’t endanger her chances with House…
"Hey, Amber," Kutner, to her right, said. "How did the methacholine challenge go?"
She sighed. She'd rather not tell them, but it wasn't as if she could hide the information. House would have her hide for hiding from the team details that could lead to a diagnosis. So Amber relayed the results, both in and out of the test room. If she glanced at Eric a couple of times, it was perfectly normal for her to look at her "boss."