As quickly as House's validation might've soothed Foreman's pride, House took the direction of doing the most damage with the least effort. Foreman didn't know if House had deduced exactly what kind of fight he and Amber had had from Thirteen's mild comment or from his knowledge of their personalities--or maybe, he thought, from one of Amber's hundred calls to his cell phone; who knew what kind of messages she'd left about him--but it was clear he was enjoying himself at Amber's expense. Both of theirs. Yeah, Foreman had wanted to be respected by the fellows, to have them listen to him when he damn well had the authority to make decisions, but he'd have to work that out himself. There was no use in House grinding the message home, and certainly not like that.
Stricken, Amber burst out with the only words that gave Foreman any hope since he'd walked out on her in the lab last night. She called him Eric--she obviously thought about him that way. She hadn't steeled herself to forget him yet. She was angry, hurt, her face flushing with embarrassment and then paling as she collected herself. House smirked at him as Amber walked out, dignified as a cat who completely meant to fall off a shelf into a ficus. "That's what you wanted, right?" House asked, when the door closed behind Amber and dead silence reigned in the lecture theatre again. "I'm sure she'll respect you now."
You wouldn't know the first thing about earning respect, Foreman thought furiously, but he'd had longer to condition himself against House than Amber did. He silently ground his teeth, glared at House, and left the room after Amber. So it would be obvious that he was chasing her down. He didn't fucking care. He'd seen her hurt, humiliated, and he wanted to protect her. Even knowing that he couldn't. Everything he did was wrong--
He'd thought that this morning. That no matter what action he took, what decision, it had been wrong, all through Casey's differentials. But Chase was right; he wasn't that awful. There had to be some step he could take in the right direction, and following Amber was the only one that felt right. He left the theatre less than a minute behind her, and caught sight of her down the hall. "Amber!" he called--only once; he didn't want to bring the entire hospital's attention down on them. Quickening his pace, he started after her, dodging patients and nurses in the hall.
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Stricken, Amber burst out with the only words that gave Foreman any hope since he'd walked out on her in the lab last night. She called him Eric--she obviously thought about him that way. She hadn't steeled herself to forget him yet. She was angry, hurt, her face flushing with embarrassment and then paling as she collected herself. House smirked at him as Amber walked out, dignified as a cat who completely meant to fall off a shelf into a ficus. "That's what you wanted, right?" House asked, when the door closed behind Amber and dead silence reigned in the lecture theatre again. "I'm sure she'll respect you now."
You wouldn't know the first thing about earning respect, Foreman thought furiously, but he'd had longer to condition himself against House than Amber did. He silently ground his teeth, glared at House, and left the room after Amber. So it would be obvious that he was chasing her down. He didn't fucking care. He'd seen her hurt, humiliated, and he wanted to protect her. Even knowing that he couldn't. Everything he did was wrong--
He'd thought that this morning. That no matter what action he took, what decision, it had been wrong, all through Casey's differentials. But Chase was right; he wasn't that awful. There had to be some step he could take in the right direction, and following Amber was the only one that felt right. He left the theatre less than a minute behind her, and caught sight of her down the hall. "Amber!" he called--only once; he didn't want to bring the entire hospital's attention down on them. Quickening his pace, he started after her, dodging patients and nurses in the hall.