Foreman wanted to roll his eyes even harder at Chase's not-at-all-funny joke. Wonderful. Chase was happy and fulfilled; that made him exactly the person Foreman would want to confess all his problems to. "I intend to," he said, and started to turn away.
He stopped with a huff of irritation when Chase persisted. "Good morning," he said curtly, even though he knew that wouldn't be the end of it. And he was right. Chase gave him an open, cheerful look that said he expected to hear all about it. And add fuel to his laughter. Foreman pressed his lips together and stared flatly at Chase to let him know that Foreman knew what he was up to and he wasn't impressed. At the same time, he was uncomfortably aware that he could tell Chase everything that was going on. If I want it to get back to Cameron and the rest of the hospital, he thought harshly. But Chase would listen.
Foreman didn't need that. He needed a case and he needed to be left the hell alone. "I'm not up to anything." He looked down at his coffee, which had lost all its appeal somewhere between the elevator and here. He needed the caffeine, though, so he took a few more swallows and then ditched the paper cup into the nearest garbage can. "House will do what he wants," he said. "That's not new, and he won't care about me once the patient starts vomiting blood."
All he wanted was to get out of this conversation. And there'd be another one as soon as he found Cameron. She wouldn't miss having an opinion about Foreman getting together with someone who worked for him, however obliquely. Before he could set himself and walk away, though, he remembered Amber this morning--at first so joyful, and then coldly furious. At him. As if that was it. Like there was nothing Foreman could say to change her mind or make this work. And here was Chase, so fucking happy with his life. It wasn't fair. Foreman's head dropped in defeat. He threw a look at Chase, daring him to make fun. "Look. When you and Cameron...got together." Christ, he had no idea what he even meant to ask. Cameron was nothing like Amber. Their situation was nothing like his. And for fuck's sake, he could figure out his own life without Chase's dubious help. He shook his head. "Never mind."
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He stopped with a huff of irritation when Chase persisted. "Good morning," he said curtly, even though he knew that wouldn't be the end of it. And he was right. Chase gave him an open, cheerful look that said he expected to hear all about it. And add fuel to his laughter. Foreman pressed his lips together and stared flatly at Chase to let him know that Foreman knew what he was up to and he wasn't impressed. At the same time, he was uncomfortably aware that he could tell Chase everything that was going on. If I want it to get back to Cameron and the rest of the hospital, he thought harshly. But Chase would listen.
Foreman didn't need that. He needed a case and he needed to be left the hell alone. "I'm not up to anything." He looked down at his coffee, which had lost all its appeal somewhere between the elevator and here. He needed the caffeine, though, so he took a few more swallows and then ditched the paper cup into the nearest garbage can. "House will do what he wants," he said. "That's not new, and he won't care about me once the patient starts vomiting blood."
All he wanted was to get out of this conversation. And there'd be another one as soon as he found Cameron. She wouldn't miss having an opinion about Foreman getting together with someone who worked for him, however obliquely. Before he could set himself and walk away, though, he remembered Amber this morning--at first so joyful, and then coldly furious. At him. As if that was it. Like there was nothing Foreman could say to change her mind or make this work. And here was Chase, so fucking happy with his life. It wasn't fair. Foreman's head dropped in defeat. He threw a look at Chase, daring him to make fun. "Look. When you and Cameron...got together." Christ, he had no idea what he even meant to ask. Cameron was nothing like Amber. Their situation was nothing like his. And for fuck's sake, he could figure out his own life without Chase's dubious help. He shook his head. "Never mind."