She'd told Thirteen precisely to capture her interest, and the moment she leaned in, laughing and expression alive with curiosity, Amber wanted to bash her head in with a rock. What business of hers was her relationship with Eric? Amber brought the cream cheese container to her face, as if her frown were from the frustration of getting it open.
"It--" It was serious. Had been. Would be. Amber couldn't even get her conjugations straight. It was going to be serious, before Eric got judgmental, before she threw away all her chances by telling Thirteen about it in order to create a friendship she'd later sabotage. To get a job House might decide not to hire her for.
The trade honestly wasn’t all that appealing.
But she'd started this, and she'd see it through. Her fingernails finally caught the plastic cover's corner and peeled it off. "It might be," Amber said, and she sounded more miserable than she'd meant to. Thirteen had better be willing to cough up something personal after this. "I don't know. Things keep going wrong." Her fuck-ups had all been curable so far, but this last one, she couldn't imagine how Eric would forgive her. This has been an intentional betrayal. He'd be angry at first, and Amber would prefer the yelling and accusations over the disappointment that would inevitably follow. Some passion would be better than being frozen out.
"Hey, if she's getting a muffin, I want one too," Kutner called out.
Rolling her eyes, Amber threw the package and the rest of its contents at them. Kutner snatched it and got the other muffin; Taub and Brennan, who had been slower, had to split the remaining bagel. Feeding them would probably get them off her back for at least a little while.
The distraction had at least gotten Amber out of her thoughts and reminded her of her ultimate purpose. She faced Thirteen, to see what impact her pathetic, hand-wringing confession had had.
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"It--" It was serious. Had been. Would be. Amber couldn't even get her conjugations straight. It was going to be serious, before Eric got judgmental, before she threw away all her chances by telling Thirteen about it in order to create a friendship she'd later sabotage. To get a job House might decide not to hire her for.
The trade honestly wasn’t all that appealing.
But she'd started this, and she'd see it through. Her fingernails finally caught the plastic cover's corner and peeled it off. "It might be," Amber said, and she sounded more miserable than she'd meant to. Thirteen had better be willing to cough up something personal after this. "I don't know. Things keep going wrong." Her fuck-ups had all been curable so far, but this last one, she couldn't imagine how Eric would forgive her. This has been an intentional betrayal. He'd be angry at first, and Amber would prefer the yelling and accusations over the disappointment that would inevitably follow. Some passion would be better than being frozen out.
"Hey, if she's getting a muffin, I want one too," Kutner called out.
Rolling her eyes, Amber threw the package and the rest of its contents at them. Kutner snatched it and got the other muffin; Taub and Brennan, who had been slower, had to split the remaining bagel. Feeding them would probably get them off her back for at least a little while.
The distraction had at least gotten Amber out of her thoughts and reminded her of her ultimate purpose. She faced Thirteen, to see what impact her pathetic, hand-wringing confession had had.