Chase's eyebrows shot up when Foreman threw his mostly-full coffee cup into the trash. Those must've bee some pretty major mistakes he'd been up to; maybe he had called her, after all, and gotten a hard-up rejection. Chase had met this Amber girl and he doubted she'd stop at crushing a guy's balls to get rid of an annoyance. "Right, it doesn't sound at all like you’re avoiding House’s mockery. By the way, those are some impressive skills you picked up at Mercy, if you can see the future now." It wasn't as if all their patients coughed up blood-- and those that did, House only cared if he couldn't explain the reason why.
He refrained from voicing out loud this last observation since it'd be teasing overkill, and anyway Foreman seemed to be thinking, head tilted like he did when House was challenging him to go faster, deeper. Chase almost missed that look. His blood had long since been conditioned to beat harder at the sight of it, readying himself to refute whatever idea Foreman pulled out.
"Yeah?" Chase prompted, waiting for the second half of that thought. It promised to be good. While he could guess the subject matter, he wanted to hear the spin Foreman put on it. But the rest never came, since Foreman chickened out. "Hey," Chase said before Foreman could stomp off to Cameron and take his bad mood to her. "It wasn't that bad, when we were working together." They'd had their complications, but they'd been mostly unrelated to sharing an office. Their real problems hadn't gone away now that they worked in separate departments. "If you want a coffee to replace the one you just threw away, I'm gonna get one now. You could come with." Chase shrugged. Foreman could come with him, maybe get off his chest whatever was eating him up. Or he could not. Not a big deal for Chase either way. He’d get his morning coffee either way.
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He refrained from voicing out loud this last observation since it'd be teasing overkill, and anyway Foreman seemed to be thinking, head tilted like he did when House was challenging him to go faster, deeper. Chase almost missed that look. His blood had long since been conditioned to beat harder at the sight of it, readying himself to refute whatever idea Foreman pulled out.
"Yeah?" Chase prompted, waiting for the second half of that thought. It promised to be good. While he could guess the subject matter, he wanted to hear the spin Foreman put on it. But the rest never came, since Foreman chickened out. "Hey," Chase said before Foreman could stomp off to Cameron and take his bad mood to her. "It wasn't that bad, when we were working together." They'd had their complications, but they'd been mostly unrelated to sharing an office. Their real problems hadn't gone away now that they worked in separate departments. "If you want a coffee to replace the one you just threw away, I'm gonna get one now. You could come with." Chase shrugged. Foreman could come with him, maybe get off his chest whatever was eating him up. Or he could not. Not a big deal for Chase either way. He’d get his morning coffee either way.