Foreman was more than happy to laugh at Amber's plotting, since he didn't see it coming to anything, but he wasn't going to keep his doubts to himself. "House likes being miserable. The last time he was attracted to a woman, she was married, and she'd already dumped him once." It explained why House tried to break up the people around him. Why he believed he could never be happy. "If you try to mess with that, he won't thank you." Analyzing House's love life wasn't what interested Foreman at the moment, though. Amber could torture him tomorrow with visions of happiness. Foreman was far more concerned with making sure Amber's first impression of his apartment was favourable. Fortunately, he'd cleaned on Friday, and everything was ready for guests; he even had food and fresh coffee grounds. He wanted to make it look like it was effortless, even though there could be weeks that went by when he only ate at the hospital because he couldn't get away.

He took the last few turns into his neighbourhood. Fortunately, when he'd moved he'd sublet his apartment, and it had still been available when he came back. It had been shitty moving twice in less than a few months, but at least he hadn't had to worry about finding a place, or knowing where to put his stuff. The neighbourhood was a nice once. Foreman liked having little shops that were open all night not far from his building, because he came home needing groceries at odd hours. The street itself had an oak tree out front that perfectly shaded his living room, giving a good view but some privacy as well. He pulled in to his regular parking space and turned off the engine. "Let House take care of himself," he said. He'd prefer it if House wasn't the subject of conversation when they went inside, and he stroked his thumb over Amber's hand for a moment, hoping she'd agree. "He's a grownup, he can make his own decisions." Foreman got out of the car and headed for the door, unlocking it and waiting for Amber to join him.