Letting out a slow exhale, Foreman finally started to let go of his damn resistance. There was nothing here he wanted to push away, least of all Amber. That was the point--he'd felt something for her, missed her, that was why he was upset in the first place. That was easier to remember as she matched his more solemn tone, her smile softening, her gaze becoming more intense as she watched him. Her hand was soft but firm in his, and she hadn't pulled back the way she had when Kutner and the rest had walked in on their conversation in the lecture theatre.
Foreman glanced back at the hospital. They were close enough to the doors that the lights from inside spilled over them. The other candidates, or, worst luck, House could walk out at any moment and see them holding hands, talking in low tones. That would only add to their status as the day's joke. Soon there would be new gossip, or someone else on House's not-quite-team would screw up and they'd be forgotten completely. As far as Foreman was concerned, that moment couldn't come soon enough.
"I want to get out of here," he said. Despite the cold, he could feel warmth sliding through him, spreading from their joined hands, and he hoped Amber could see it in his expression. There were other things on his list--I want to forget about today. I want to have a conversation without being the butt of a joke. Maybe most of all, I want you. But there was plenty of time for that. "I want to get some dinner." It was late, but they both needed to eat. They'd need to be back tomorrow, but it was unlikely that House would care to take another case that soon. Foreman raised an eyebrow slightly, silently inviting her to join him.
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Foreman glanced back at the hospital. They were close enough to the doors that the lights from inside spilled over them. The other candidates, or, worst luck, House could walk out at any moment and see them holding hands, talking in low tones. That would only add to their status as the day's joke. Soon there would be new gossip, or someone else on House's not-quite-team would screw up and they'd be forgotten completely. As far as Foreman was concerned, that moment couldn't come soon enough.
"I want to get out of here," he said. Despite the cold, he could feel warmth sliding through him, spreading from their joined hands, and he hoped Amber could see it in his expression. There were other things on his list--I want to forget about today. I want to have a conversation without being the butt of a joke. Maybe most of all, I want you. But there was plenty of time for that. "I want to get some dinner." It was late, but they both needed to eat. They'd need to be back tomorrow, but it was unlikely that House would care to take another case that soon. Foreman raised an eyebrow slightly, silently inviting her to join him.