Amber threw her bag to the back seat, not wanting to carry its weight in her lap during the trip. It landed with a soft thump. "Good." Amber mirrored his smile, foolishly, so foolishly happy that he seemed just as glad to be here as she was. That sheer fact sent a burst of glee through her, as strong as the pleasure of diving into a cool pool on a hot day.
She was such a goner.
Eric's next comment wasn't quite as welcome, though. "You know I can't. What if House walks in five to six, waving around a new case, and I'm not there?" She'd been about to reach out for his thigh again, but she held her hand back; it'd look like she was trying to cajole or convince him, if she did. And Eric really should know. He knew what was at risk, and what not being there for House's convenience would mean.
"Speaking of which," Amber started, shifting, her skirt rubbing against the seat's leather. They might as well get this out of the way, the sooner the better. Last thing they needed was to walk into the hospital tomorrow without a joint battle plan. "I think we shouldn't try to hide that we're seeing each other again. Sure, we'll have to put up with House's, and everyone else's, curiosity, but the less of a big deal we make of it, the sooner they'll loose interest."
Amber watched for Eric's reaction carefully. From all the advice he'd spouted about impressing House, she knew he'd have his own approach to the guy who never took his nose from out other people's business. And his opinion might make sense this time, unlike that being wrong stuff. At any rate, they had to settle on the same strategy, lest their division bring on their downfall.
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She was such a goner.
Eric's next comment wasn't quite as welcome, though. "You know I can't. What if House walks in five to six, waving around a new case, and I'm not there?" She'd been about to reach out for his thigh again, but she held her hand back; it'd look like she was trying to cajole or convince him, if she did. And Eric really should know. He knew what was at risk, and what not being there for House's convenience would mean.
"Speaking of which," Amber started, shifting, her skirt rubbing against the seat's leather. They might as well get this out of the way, the sooner the better. Last thing they needed was to walk into the hospital tomorrow without a joint battle plan. "I think we shouldn't try to hide that we're seeing each other again. Sure, we'll have to put up with House's, and everyone else's, curiosity, but the less of a big deal we make of it, the sooner they'll loose interest."
Amber watched for Eric's reaction carefully. From all the advice he'd spouted about impressing House, she knew he'd have his own approach to the guy who never took his nose from out other people's business. And his opinion might make sense this time, unlike that being wrong stuff. At any rate, they had to settle on the same strategy, lest their division bring on their downfall.