"Mmhm." It seemed almost quaint, and Foreman shook his head, amused at himself or her, he couldn't tell which. "Actually got interviewed, too. Mostly by Wilson. Didn't look like House was paying much attention." He'd already told her the reason he'd been hired, which didn't seem like anything to be proud of, in retrospect. This time through, House might be playing games, but he was also hand-picking his team. Foreman hadn't thought of it that way before, and for a moment, it marred his happiness. Well, House had picked him too, just not for the reasons he'd have liked. Anyway, he'd more than proved himself, so the reason he'd gotten the job didn't have to matter.
With a smile, Foreman watched Amber bask in her own accomplishment. Even though he hadn't known her then, he figured it was his prerogative to feel just as proud, even at one remove. He snorted at her dig about the diagnosis. "Yeah, you got me. But House hinted first." A warm flush of embarrassment crept up his throat to his cheeks, but Amber's remark was offhand. It wasn't like she was rubbing his face in the fact that he liked stuff with her that he'd never even thought about before. Again, he wondered if Amber really knew just how different she was. What she'd done the first night they'd met, and now, what she had him asking for, was that all just because of what that damn patient had said? Implied? Foreman was used to making his own destiny, not getting tied to others' expectations. The fact that he'd given in to this one, or to Amber, didn't sit right with him, but how could he complain when he'd benefited so much from trying something new?
God, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear about what she'd done to Thirteen, though. They'd agreed--her methods were her own. Although anything that got her House's approval couldn't possibly be something he needed all the details on. Hesitant to ask, but wondering what the worse could possibly be, Foreman asked, "What did you do?"
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With a smile, Foreman watched Amber bask in her own accomplishment. Even though he hadn't known her then, he figured it was his prerogative to feel just as proud, even at one remove. He snorted at her dig about the diagnosis. "Yeah, you got me. But House hinted first." A warm flush of embarrassment crept up his throat to his cheeks, but Amber's remark was offhand. It wasn't like she was rubbing his face in the fact that he liked stuff with her that he'd never even thought about before. Again, he wondered if Amber really knew just how different she was. What she'd done the first night they'd met, and now, what she had him asking for, was that all just because of what that damn patient had said? Implied? Foreman was used to making his own destiny, not getting tied to others' expectations. The fact that he'd given in to this one, or to Amber, didn't sit right with him, but how could he complain when he'd benefited so much from trying something new?
God, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear about what she'd done to Thirteen, though. They'd agreed--her methods were her own. Although anything that got her House's approval couldn't possibly be something he needed all the details on. Hesitant to ask, but wondering what the worse could possibly be, Foreman asked, "What did you do?"