The last thing Foreman expected was to hear Amber's voice. Tension knotted his back and he didn't slow his pace. Getting out of the hospital was his first priority. He pushed the door open, feeling the cold, damp breeze swirl in his face. He hadn't missed what Amber had said, but he wasn't sure he was willing to listen. Taking in a deep breath, he forced some of his immediate anger away and glanced back. He held the door open for her; he didn't really care if she thought she was too independent to need the courtesy.
Amber's expression was bright, a warm smile on her lips. Foreman pressed his lips together, trying like hell to figure her out. Start over again. Her voice had been casual. Was it that simple for her? To forget everything that had happened today? Foreman was ready to go home and lick his wounds and Amber oh-so-lightly wanted to start over?
Foreman wasn't going to give in to the first bitter thought that jumped to mind. Because you said so? If their Giovianni's patient was right, then Amber was the dominant personality between them. But that was hardly a shock. From the first, Foreman had appreciated Amber's directness, her eagerness, how forcefully she wanted what she wanted and wouldn't be deterred. For Christ's sake, he'd thought it was fucking hot. It just hurt his pride to hear it announced, to have House gloat over the admission as if it meant something deeply psychological about him.
Did this mean that Amber had forgiven him for lying? Well. For not telling the whole truth; Foreman wasn't going to admit to more than he'd done. He wasn't going to ask that either. He didn't need to beg for her forgiveness. He'd done enough of that.
Amber had been truthful with him. Always, even when it hurt, even when it didn't show her in the best light. Foreman wasn't going to figure out this reversal on his own, not unless he asked her, and he respected her enough to ask directly. "Why?" he asked, honestly curious.
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Amber's expression was bright, a warm smile on her lips. Foreman pressed his lips together, trying like hell to figure her out. Start over again. Her voice had been casual. Was it that simple for her? To forget everything that had happened today? Foreman was ready to go home and lick his wounds and Amber oh-so-lightly wanted to start over?
Foreman wasn't going to give in to the first bitter thought that jumped to mind. Because you said so? If their Giovianni's patient was right, then Amber was the dominant personality between them. But that was hardly a shock. From the first, Foreman had appreciated Amber's directness, her eagerness, how forcefully she wanted what she wanted and wouldn't be deterred. For Christ's sake, he'd thought it was fucking hot. It just hurt his pride to hear it announced, to have House gloat over the admission as if it meant something deeply psychological about him.
Did this mean that Amber had forgiven him for lying? Well. For not telling the whole truth; Foreman wasn't going to admit to more than he'd done. He wasn't going to ask that either. He didn't need to beg for her forgiveness. He'd done enough of that.
Amber had been truthful with him. Always, even when it hurt, even when it didn't show her in the best light. Foreman wasn't going to figure out this reversal on his own, not unless he asked her, and he respected her enough to ask directly. "Why?" he asked, honestly curious.