"That's all you see because that's all you want to see," Foreman said, dismissive. House was right, to an extent, but to hear him call anyone else selfish was laughable. Yeah, Amber could be manipulative. It served her well in House's game and, from her stories, most of her life so far. She liked winning. Foreman got that, understood it, even if he didn't always like her methods. She wanted to prove herself, show that she was the best. If House thought Foreman had somehow missed that character trait or that he was blinding himself to it, then he must have even less faith in Foreman than Foreman had assumed.
Even though he hadn't meant to show anything, Foreman couldn't help making an amused sound at House's assessment of Amber's ass. No kidding. Amber's ass was amazing. As for House's, Foreman had never checked, but he was pretty damn confident that Amber won that contest without even showing up.
But, for fuck's sake, House wouldn't shut up. Slurping his coffee down so that even when he wasn't talking, he was making himself as obnoxious as possible. Foreman sat down at the desk, set his coffee in front of him, and laced his fingers together, trying to shut House down with an assessing stare. House had always known how to get to him, and he'd done it again, prodding at exactly the worries Foreman himself had. Amber might leave him if something better came along. She might throw him under a bus to save herself, professionally or even in their relationship. But...Amber had shown him things that Foreman couldn't connect with someone who was only in it for herself. Last night...
He snorted at himself. "Yeah, she might," he said. He was letting his infatuation get in the way of his reason if he didn't admit the possibility. And he knew it would hurt like hell if she ever did. "But she wouldn't do it to hurt me," he said, notching up his glare. That had been House's only motivation, last spring when he'd sabotaged every move Foreman made. If Amber ditched him, or betrayed him somehow, it wouldn't be because she hated him or wanted revenge. It'd be for herself. Foreman didn't know how that would make it better, only that it did. He wanted what was best for her.
Christ, he had no idea why he was even saying any of this out loud to House, who was still on about this demeaning job. Foreman shook his head, slowly, realizing it even as he answered. "I'm happy," he said. "I know you hate that. And don't worry, you've made it clear that it won't last." House had gone nearly apoplectic the last time Foreman had dared to be content with his life, done everything he could to ruin it. But he'd been right that Foreman couldn't just love everything and expect the world to conform to his wishes. This time, he knew what he was walking into. Nothing was perfect. But with Amber, things were damn good. Foreman let out a short laugh. "Is it really because I might not put you or this damn job first, or are you so petty that you're jealous?"
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Even though he hadn't meant to show anything, Foreman couldn't help making an amused sound at House's assessment of Amber's ass. No kidding. Amber's ass was amazing. As for House's, Foreman had never checked, but he was pretty damn confident that Amber won that contest without even showing up.
But, for fuck's sake, House wouldn't shut up. Slurping his coffee down so that even when he wasn't talking, he was making himself as obnoxious as possible. Foreman sat down at the desk, set his coffee in front of him, and laced his fingers together, trying to shut House down with an assessing stare. House had always known how to get to him, and he'd done it again, prodding at exactly the worries Foreman himself had. Amber might leave him if something better came along. She might throw him under a bus to save herself, professionally or even in their relationship. But...Amber had shown him things that Foreman couldn't connect with someone who was only in it for herself. Last night...
He snorted at himself. "Yeah, she might," he said. He was letting his infatuation get in the way of his reason if he didn't admit the possibility. And he knew it would hurt like hell if she ever did. "But she wouldn't do it to hurt me," he said, notching up his glare. That had been House's only motivation, last spring when he'd sabotaged every move Foreman made. If Amber ditched him, or betrayed him somehow, it wouldn't be because she hated him or wanted revenge. It'd be for herself. Foreman didn't know how that would make it better, only that it did. He wanted what was best for her.
Christ, he had no idea why he was even saying any of this out loud to House, who was still on about this demeaning job. Foreman shook his head, slowly, realizing it even as he answered. "I'm happy," he said. "I know you hate that. And don't worry, you've made it clear that it won't last." House had gone nearly apoplectic the last time Foreman had dared to be content with his life, done everything he could to ruin it. But he'd been right that Foreman couldn't just love everything and expect the world to conform to his wishes. This time, he knew what he was walking into. Nothing was perfect. But with Amber, things were damn good. Foreman let out a short laugh. "Is it really because I might not put you or this damn job first, or are you so petty that you're jealous?"