She didn't trust him. There it was, laid bare, no tip-toeing around the issue. It felt like he'd been stabbed all over again, or like something broken inside had pierced his lungs, because suddenly it hurt to breathe. Foreman refused to show any of that, though. What did that mean, "after what I've seen so far"? Nothing he'd done, nothing he'd asked had been out of line. He'd found a case, led differentials, and made treatment decisions. Did she mean how he'd tossed Brennan off the case? That had been the most out-of-line action he'd taken. It was becoming more clear that he'd been right to do it, even if he hadn't known it at the time. Or did it simply come down to--once again--Amber needing to be in control, so much that she couldn't accept his decisions?
He'd made the suggestion about thallium when he hadn't been thinking clearly. The symptoms fit, although there wouldn't be any sort of remittance if Casey was still being poisoned. But Amber was right--if Brennan had done it himself, then it fit. The timing was perfect, and it would all lend credence to Brennan's single-minded focus on developing world diseases. Brennan's slyness, his snotty comments, all seemed more treacherous the longer he thought about it. "Could be," he said. He should have some satisfaction from unmasking Brennan's plan, and for being right about the heat stroke, but he didn't feel anything at all.
The elevator doors opened on the same floor of the lecture theatre. Foreman stepped out, but paused. He didn't want to face them. Not even in his righteousness. If Amber didn't trust him, with all the reasons that she should, then it would only be worse with everyone else. He squared his shoulders. He had to prove himself, or they'd know. If he wasn't the smartest, or the fastest, they'd know he wasn't supposed to be here. Every look he'd gotten since walking into House's game had slammed that message home. He didn't belong.
He'd never chickened out before just because somebody else doubted him. But he'd never heard it like that, blunt and unapologetic, from someone he cared about. Shit, he had to get over that. There was no point in dwelling on it. If Amber didn't trust him, she wouldn't want to be near him. "I've made some bad decisions," he said. "I don't think any of them were during this case. I don't know what I was supposed to do differently, if it wasn't giving in to you." With that, he took a deep breath, and set his face, hoping like hell House wouldn't be able to see through him, and walked to the lecture theatre doors.
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He'd made the suggestion about thallium when he hadn't been thinking clearly. The symptoms fit, although there wouldn't be any sort of remittance if Casey was still being poisoned. But Amber was right--if Brennan had done it himself, then it fit. The timing was perfect, and it would all lend credence to Brennan's single-minded focus on developing world diseases. Brennan's slyness, his snotty comments, all seemed more treacherous the longer he thought about it. "Could be," he said. He should have some satisfaction from unmasking Brennan's plan, and for being right about the heat stroke, but he didn't feel anything at all.
The elevator doors opened on the same floor of the lecture theatre. Foreman stepped out, but paused. He didn't want to face them. Not even in his righteousness. If Amber didn't trust him, with all the reasons that she should, then it would only be worse with everyone else. He squared his shoulders. He had to prove himself, or they'd know. If he wasn't the smartest, or the fastest, they'd know he wasn't supposed to be here. Every look he'd gotten since walking into House's game had slammed that message home. He didn't belong.
He'd never chickened out before just because somebody else doubted him. But he'd never heard it like that, blunt and unapologetic, from someone he cared about. Shit, he had to get over that. There was no point in dwelling on it. If Amber didn't trust him, she wouldn't want to be near him. "I've made some bad decisions," he said. "I don't think any of them were during this case. I don't know what I was supposed to do differently, if it wasn't giving in to you." With that, he took a deep breath, and set his face, hoping like hell House wouldn't be able to see through him, and walked to the lecture theatre doors.