One question, and Amber's face lost all its uncertainty and she turned on the laser eyes like she wanted to crisp Thirteen where she sat. Thirteen popped a bit of muffin in her mouth and said, "Hey, don't feel you have to tell me." If it was serious, likely she didn't want to know. And then maybe Amber would leave her alone.
Of course, challenging Amber not to tell might just encourage her. Thirteen got more suspicious the more Amber tried to reel her in with this story about her and Eric. Thirteen really couldn't take his name seriously. After seeing the man stand in front of the lecture theatre trying to coach diagnoses out of them, she doubted anyone in the world took him as seriously as he took himself.
She frowned when Amber's answer wasn't a sharp snap. Amber the Ice Bitch having a real emotion? The annoyance on her face when she threw the bagels at the guys' head was much more familiar. Thirteen watched her, trying to figure out what her game was this time. Did she want Thirteen's sympathy? Did she somehow think she'd earned it? Or was it a trick? Thirteen couldn't figure out how it was a trick, because she didn't care about Foreman and she definitely didn't care about Amber's love life. As far-fetched as it was, maybe Amber was hoping that Thirteen either would or wouldn't show an interest in her boyfriend so that she could turn around and accuse Thirteen of liking girls? Not that that would be a smart move, since House would probably feel all the more entitled to a front row seat in her personal life if he knew.
Thirteen looked over at the guys again, this time hoping that they'd save her, but they were bickering over bagels and didn't notice. "Okay," she said, still scrambling mentally to find a way out of this conversation--out of being friends with Amber Volakis. "Um...so tell him that?" She was probably the worst one to come to for relationship advice. At least Taub was married, and Cole had been. "Or...give up? Dump him?"
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Of course, challenging Amber not to tell might just encourage her. Thirteen got more suspicious the more Amber tried to reel her in with this story about her and Eric. Thirteen really couldn't take his name seriously. After seeing the man stand in front of the lecture theatre trying to coach diagnoses out of them, she doubted anyone in the world took him as seriously as he took himself.
She frowned when Amber's answer wasn't a sharp snap. Amber the Ice Bitch having a real emotion? The annoyance on her face when she threw the bagels at the guys' head was much more familiar. Thirteen watched her, trying to figure out what her game was this time. Did she want Thirteen's sympathy? Did she somehow think she'd earned it? Or was it a trick? Thirteen couldn't figure out how it was a trick, because she didn't care about Foreman and she definitely didn't care about Amber's love life. As far-fetched as it was, maybe Amber was hoping that Thirteen either would or wouldn't show an interest in her boyfriend so that she could turn around and accuse Thirteen of liking girls? Not that that would be a smart move, since House would probably feel all the more entitled to a front row seat in her personal life if he knew.
Thirteen looked over at the guys again, this time hoping that they'd save her, but they were bickering over bagels and didn't notice. "Okay," she said, still scrambling mentally to find a way out of this conversation--out of being friends with Amber Volakis. "Um...so tell him that?" She was probably the worst one to come to for relationship advice. At least Taub was married, and Cole had been. "Or...give up? Dump him?"