Watching the road, Foreman chuckled a bit, amused at Amber's vehemence. At least she admitted it had been her alarm clock and her fault. But he liked that she hadn't even thought of it--he'd liked everything last night, and knowing it had been enough to knock even Amber off her stride was another point in his favour. He'd all but forgotten that Marcus had caused him to feel like shit in the first place. Today he felt fine, better than fine. Comfortable in his own skin, comfortable with Amber. He accepted the piece of--well, warm bread--she offered him from from the container she held, and chewed on a bite mostly to be polite. He should do better than to eat cafeteria food every day, but that would mean having more time in the mornings, having more access to his own things.
Swallowing, he grinned at Amber's wink before bringing his eyes back to the road. "We'd have to wake up pretty early to have that much fun in the morning." His eyebrows lifted when she continued, and he nodded, although it wasn't exactly agreement so much as thinking through the implications of what she'd said. It wasn't a bad idea....he'd missed a few workouts himself, and the articles he was writing weren't going to submit themselves. It wouldn't hurt to spend a late night at work, catching up on or finding a way around most of House's more creative bullshit non-work.
He'd like to spend the time with her, but that was probably his libido speaking, not his common sense. Two nights in a row was already pushing things, considering how new this was. And there were advantages--Foreman could take the time to actually prepare to leave stuff at Amber's place. That way he could get his bag back, and he'd have everything he needed to substitute in the meantime. He nodded again, more firmly. "Okay," he said. "I'll probably make it a late night. I wouldn't be surprised if House had shredded four months of paperwork just to make sure he didn't have to do it." Foreman smiled again, amazingly unbothered by the prospect. It was a lot of stupid, pointless work, but it'd be an improvement on hanging around at home thinking about Amber, at home, alone, doing nothing more exciting than reading.
Still, he wasn't going to let Amber off scot-free, even if he could understand her reasons. "Tell me you're not busy Friday night and I'll be happy." That would give her not only tonight, but tomorrow, too; he wasn't going to push to see her the minute she was free. He wasn't that desperate and a couple of days apart would make it that much better when they finally let themselves give in to each other.
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Swallowing, he grinned at Amber's wink before bringing his eyes back to the road. "We'd have to wake up pretty early to have that much fun in the morning." His eyebrows lifted when she continued, and he nodded, although it wasn't exactly agreement so much as thinking through the implications of what she'd said. It wasn't a bad idea....he'd missed a few workouts himself, and the articles he was writing weren't going to submit themselves. It wouldn't hurt to spend a late night at work, catching up on or finding a way around most of House's more creative bullshit non-work.
He'd like to spend the time with her, but that was probably his libido speaking, not his common sense. Two nights in a row was already pushing things, considering how new this was. And there were advantages--Foreman could take the time to actually prepare to leave stuff at Amber's place. That way he could get his bag back, and he'd have everything he needed to substitute in the meantime. He nodded again, more firmly. "Okay," he said. "I'll probably make it a late night. I wouldn't be surprised if House had shredded four months of paperwork just to make sure he didn't have to do it." Foreman smiled again, amazingly unbothered by the prospect. It was a lot of stupid, pointless work, but it'd be an improvement on hanging around at home thinking about Amber, at home, alone, doing nothing more exciting than reading.
Still, he wasn't going to let Amber off scot-free, even if he could understand her reasons. "Tell me you're not busy Friday night and I'll be happy." That would give her not only tonight, but tomorrow, too; he wasn't going to push to see her the minute she was free. He wasn't that desperate and a couple of days apart would make it that much better when they finally let themselves give in to each other.