Foreman held back a snort. Yeah, 'what was best for everyone' was what was best for Amber, with little or no room for negotiation. Or so it seemed. He shouldn't be too quick to judge. She'd changed her mind, forgiven him, and that implied that not everything was cut and dried for her. There might be room for compromise or change. That would make most fights worthwhile, not that Foreman wanted to be caught in a spiral of arguing and making up. He just hoped he'd never feel as though Amber was fighting only for the fight's sake. It would be pointless, frustrating. She was determined to be right, but that was because she'd thought out what she wanted and what mattered to her, and thankfully not necessarily because she got stuck on the details.

He shook his head when Amber mentioned Brennan or Kutner getting fired. "Chase cut House in on the pot. He wouldn't fire anyone if he could trick half the hospital into lining his pockets. He convinced Brennan to stay. It doesn't matter what anyone expects--House just wants to have his joke." He took a turn and pulled along Washington, looking for a parking space. He didn't see any problem with telling Amber his opinion of the other candidates. He had no stake in the game, or in maintaining some imaginary 'integrity' in House's contest. The thing was rigged. To pretend otherwise was to agree with House's logic that this was the best way to make hiring decisions, which Foreman wasn't going to do. "Brennan's gone. This week was a fluke; House won't consider him." Unless the man pulled something completely out of his ass. House didn't like the fact that Brennan wanted a third-world medical practice, or maybe his fiancee, more than he wanted to work for House. That was the only choice Foreman was sure about. Any of the others could walk away with the two spots. He wondered what Amber would do if she wasn't one of them, but it didn't feel like the moment to ask.