Foreman's reaction, getting all the more pissy, was automatic and gratifying. He always rose so quickly to the bait, which was precisely why teasing him was so much fun. Chase had no siblings, but he imagined that this was what having a brother was like-- no matter how much they wanted to kill you, they never could. "Cameron always has something good," Chase said, smirk deepening. "But if you want a case, you'll have to ask her."

Chase could tell him Cameron was already in the ER, but he wouldn't make his life that easy. "Good morning to you, too," Chase added, cheerfully overlooking the fact that he himself hadn't greeted Foreman properly either. "I'm doing great, thanks for asking. How about you? Playing Grumpy Bear working out for you?" That first question was partially sincere; Foreman looked like he needed to vent before provoking an early heart attack, but Chase doubted he'd take up the offer. Too proud for that.

He seemed just as angry as the evening before, but in a different way. If yesterday he'd looked ready to find the closest dummy to beat into a straw pulp, today he was more withdraw. Contemplative. He'd probably spent the night going over each mistake he'd committed. Chase almost felt bad for him, knowing how much House would take advantage of that. Chase stuffed his hands into his pockets, rocked on his feet. "If you wanna make House torture you less by distracting him, that won't work. He'll figure out what you're up to."