Foreman had to look away from Amber's smile almost immediately. She hadn't cut him down and made him feel like an idiot for daring to say anything, but he had a feeling he'd only make more of a fool of himself if he let himself take in her full response. A second later when the door opened, he wasn't surprised that she brushed past him to sit down without letting any sign show that they'd been speaking to each other. Their conversation might have been innocent and completely related to the case, but Amber wasn't willing to even take the chance of being seen with him. She might believe him, she might forgive him, but that was the extent of it. He'd been right. He couldn't expect more.

Foreman made his way to the front of the theatre, where he could write up the new symptoms on the board. Amber explained what had happened, and Foreman pushed the other candidates to come up with explanations. He tried to look past Amber's glances at him. If she couldn't even stand next to him, then he didn't feel like meeting her eyes. It wouldn't be that bad, pretending like this, if there actually was anything to hide. Foreman could be discreet--he'd proved that by winning the bet with House that Wilson wasn't in a relationship with Wendy. But when there was nothing to hide, it was pointless, and more depressing because of that.

And of course, with his luck, things had to get worse. House pushed open the theatre doors and headed straight for the seat next to Amber, taking a seat and slouching in the chair, his legs stretched out in front of him. The suggestions dried up immediately, and House blinked and looked around as though he was shocked that his entrance had anything to do with it.

"Lungs, stomach, numbness?" Foreman prompted them, determined not to actually roll his eyes at House's antics.

House looked over his shoulder at the rest of the candidates when no one spoke up. "Carry on, he's the boss," he said, and proceeded to stare at Foreman wide-eyed as if he really felt he was about to have a learning experience.