Foreman brushed aside Chase's assessment of what House would or would not mock him for. The answer was 'everything' and Foreman didn't care. It could be bloody vomit or cardiac arrest or any damn thing--something always came up that finally turned on House's ability to be serious. That didn't matter.
He'd been right, though, that Chase was willing to listen to him. Foreman had almost thought that Chase wouldn't give a rat's ass, since he'd shrugged off plenty of opportunities to hear Foreman's problems in the past. Those had usually been professional issues. Journal rejections. House being House. Probably Chase got enough of that. But of course when Foreman's deal promised to involve a juicier story, Chase was willing to get the details.
Foreman let out a low scoffing sound. "Not that bad," he said, sarcasm edging his voice. "After House caught you in the supply closet, things were just peachy between you, I'm sure." Foreman hadn't needed the embarrassment of that moment, when House had leaned back in his chair, lifted his leg to the desk, and grinned while recalling the details in full-colour clarity. It reminded him that he and Amber could have been caught last night, at any moment. At their table, in the bathroom. Heat rushed to his face. That could never happen here. He wouldn't let it.
Not that it was likely to, at this rate. Foreman didn't answer Chase, but simply turned and stalked in the direction of the cafeteria. "You never argued about a case?" he asked, not believing it. Chase and Cameron argued plenty, with Cameron usually taking the side of whatever waif they were treating that week and Chase siding with whatever was expedient. Foreman didn't know how they'd managed to turn off the tap when the work day was over.
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He'd been right, though, that Chase was willing to listen to him. Foreman had almost thought that Chase wouldn't give a rat's ass, since he'd shrugged off plenty of opportunities to hear Foreman's problems in the past. Those had usually been professional issues. Journal rejections. House being House. Probably Chase got enough of that. But of course when Foreman's deal promised to involve a juicier story, Chase was willing to get the details.
Foreman let out a low scoffing sound. "Not that bad," he said, sarcasm edging his voice. "After House caught you in the supply closet, things were just peachy between you, I'm sure." Foreman hadn't needed the embarrassment of that moment, when House had leaned back in his chair, lifted his leg to the desk, and grinned while recalling the details in full-colour clarity. It reminded him that he and Amber could have been caught last night, at any moment. At their table, in the bathroom. Heat rushed to his face. That could never happen here. He wouldn't let it.
Not that it was likely to, at this rate. Foreman didn't answer Chase, but simply turned and stalked in the direction of the cafeteria. "You never argued about a case?" he asked, not believing it. Chase and Cameron argued plenty, with Cameron usually taking the side of whatever waif they were treating that week and Chase siding with whatever was expedient. Foreman didn't know how they'd managed to turn off the tap when the work day was over.