Were they having different conversations? Probably. Foreman didn't seem to need Chase as an audience, half-hearing his remarks and going on tangents without explaining their source. Chase leaned back, resting his arm along the back of the chair, and let Foreman rant unfettered.
"He's House, of course he's gonna try to make you miserable," Chase said once Foreman fell into a moody silence. "Just don't challenge him too much, and he won't try harder than before." A pointless suggestion, since power struggles were a red flag to Foreman. Wave one at him and charging he went.
Amber was another question; from what he'd heard and seen, she'd be perfectly willing to feed babies to alligators if it suited her purposes. The first real conversation they'd had, Amber had been and was trying to get Chase to do the work that might get her back on the staff; Foreman was probably right she'd take the job over him. That sucked. But that was Foreman's problem to deal with, falling for a female House.
And now Foreman was mumbling things Chase couldn’t even make out. Chase rolled his eyes, grabbing his half-full cup. He'd rather drink the rest at the OR lounge, where sulking ex-colleagues wouldn't put him off his coffee. “Good luck with that.” Getting up, Chase patted Foreman on the back before he walked off, fully aware of how much that’d annoy him. He still had no idea if Foreman had any kind of shot with Amber, but if he did— the world would be a scarier place, with them as a couple.
Swinging out of the cafeteria, Chase pulled out his cell phone and dialed Cameron. “Guess what.”
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"He's House, of course he's gonna try to make you miserable," Chase said once Foreman fell into a moody silence. "Just don't challenge him too much, and he won't try harder than before." A pointless suggestion, since power struggles were a red flag to Foreman. Wave one at him and charging he went.
Amber was another question; from what he'd heard and seen, she'd be perfectly willing to feed babies to alligators if it suited her purposes. The first real conversation they'd had, Amber had been and was trying to get Chase to do the work that might get her back on the staff; Foreman was probably right she'd take the job over him. That sucked. But that was Foreman's problem to deal with, falling for a female House.
And now Foreman was mumbling things Chase couldn’t even make out. Chase rolled his eyes, grabbing his half-full cup. He'd rather drink the rest at the OR lounge, where sulking ex-colleagues wouldn't put him off his coffee. “Good luck with that.” Getting up, Chase patted Foreman on the back before he walked off, fully aware of how much that’d annoy him. He still had no idea if Foreman had any kind of shot with Amber, but if he did— the world would be a scarier place, with them as a couple.
Swinging out of the cafeteria, Chase pulled out his cell phone and dialed Cameron. “Guess what.”