The return press of Amber's leg against his made Foreman want to go farther. It wouldn't take much to rest his hand on her knee under the table, just over the edge of her skirt. He wouldn't, not yet anyway; it was too soon into their dinner, and he didn't want to seem like all he was there for was the physical side. They had more between them than that, even though he didn't want to keep his hands to himself. It was too easy to touch her. Too easy to get involved, to want more, and it made him question all over again why he'd asked--practically begged--for a second chance with her. Was it really that powerful, whatever they felt between them? The way he couldn't stop watching her, brushing his leg against hers, reacting to her, made him think so. How could he throw himself into this, knowing how much he felt, when there were still no guarantees about how it would turn out?
Foreman snorted, trying to imagine Cameron or Chase surviving any brush with the police more traumatic than getting a speeding ticket. "No, they don't," he said. Over three years, they'd all figured out about each other what made House hire them, and 'competence' was never first on the list. Foreman wasn't going to tell their secrets to Amber, though. She'd already heard the rumour that Cameron had slept with House--it wasn't true, but that sort of thing could circle the hospital grapevine for years. Probably--although Foreman hadn't heard it himself--his record was part of that gossip chain, too. "Yeah," he said. He shook his head. It was hard to reconcile the teenager he'd been with who he was now. It was even harder when he could never quite forget the adrenaline rush of doing something he knew he shouldn't, that he knew he could get caught for. He met Amber's eyes, wondering if she'd really understand. "My friends wanted stuff they could pawn. They showed me how to force a lock. I never did it for the money, it was just--" There'd always been enough money--not for top of the line stuff, but enough, and his parents saw to it he and Marcus never missed out on a few special treats now and then. It had been...something, anything, that was against the rules. He'd been following rules all his life, and he supposed, since then, he'd gone right back to the straight and narrow. He let out a short breath, raising his eyebrows. "It was fun. Until I got caught."
He pressed his lips together, not sure why he was telling Amber any of this. He didn't much like the fact that she thought it explained something about him, either. He was glad when their waiter arrived, bringing the wine and two glasses as well as menus for them, taking him off the hook for answering any more questions immediately.
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Foreman snorted, trying to imagine Cameron or Chase surviving any brush with the police more traumatic than getting a speeding ticket. "No, they don't," he said. Over three years, they'd all figured out about each other what made House hire them, and 'competence' was never first on the list. Foreman wasn't going to tell their secrets to Amber, though. She'd already heard the rumour that Cameron had slept with House--it wasn't true, but that sort of thing could circle the hospital grapevine for years. Probably--although Foreman hadn't heard it himself--his record was part of that gossip chain, too. "Yeah," he said. He shook his head. It was hard to reconcile the teenager he'd been with who he was now. It was even harder when he could never quite forget the adrenaline rush of doing something he knew he shouldn't, that he knew he could get caught for. He met Amber's eyes, wondering if she'd really understand. "My friends wanted stuff they could pawn. They showed me how to force a lock. I never did it for the money, it was just--" There'd always been enough money--not for top of the line stuff, but enough, and his parents saw to it he and Marcus never missed out on a few special treats now and then. It had been...something, anything, that was against the rules. He'd been following rules all his life, and he supposed, since then, he'd gone right back to the straight and narrow. He let out a short breath, raising his eyebrows. "It was fun. Until I got caught."
He pressed his lips together, not sure why he was telling Amber any of this. He didn't much like the fact that she thought it explained something about him, either. He was glad when their waiter arrived, bringing the wine and two glasses as well as menus for them, taking him off the hook for answering any more questions immediately.