"Of course not," Amber fired off in reply, irritated. She was a porcupine with her needles up, ready for the defense. "If it didn't stay with you, you'd forget the lesson and make the same mistake all over again." She didn't need Eric moralizing at her, loading more weight to her guilt. Amber knew the price of her errors. If anyone here was determined she never fuck up again, it was herself. You'd think she was the one who screwed up delivering Thomas Stark's medicine, the way Eric chided her.
Damn mistakes. Amber couldn't stand them. She breathed out as a sigh, trying to purge the feeling that made her want to hunch over. Eric, near-lecturing her or not, became a comfort, squeezing her hand in that familiar way of his. He couldn't be judging her too harshly if he hadn't let go. Touching him seemed almost like a passage for her negative feelings, leading them to flow out and away. Yeah, she'd done wrong things. But her life wouldn't stop because of it.
"Has House ever liked a trick you played on him?" Amber asked dryly. She doubted House would enjoy being played the fool-- and that was if she succeeded. Her first day on the job, House had known she'd stolen his car keys; it'd be hard to pull a fast one on him. If she failed, he might find that reason to boot her out. "It's not a risk I can take."
The noise level in the café had started to rise: no fun. "Okay.” Amber got up and, without tucking in her chair, moved away from the table and towards the exit, offering Eric her hand once more.
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Damn mistakes. Amber couldn't stand them. She breathed out as a sigh, trying to purge the feeling that made her want to hunch over. Eric, near-lecturing her or not, became a comfort, squeezing her hand in that familiar way of his. He couldn't be judging her too harshly if he hadn't let go. Touching him seemed almost like a passage for her negative feelings, leading them to flow out and away. Yeah, she'd done wrong things. But her life wouldn't stop because of it.
"Has House ever liked a trick you played on him?" Amber asked dryly. She doubted House would enjoy being played the fool-- and that was if she succeeded. Her first day on the job, House had known she'd stolen his car keys; it'd be hard to pull a fast one on him. If she failed, he might find that reason to boot her out. "It's not a risk I can take."
The noise level in the café had started to rise: no fun. "Okay.” Amber got up and, without tucking in her chair, moved away from the table and towards the exit, offering Eric her hand once more.