Amber caught the direction of Eric's gaze and smirked. She knew that look. It was tempting, she had to admit. Her lips parted slightly, an unaware response. Part of her wanted, so badly, to throw aside the past couple of days and just kiss Eric like a woman drowning. To forget where they where. But Amber drew back, breathing in sharply; was she ready to dive back in this quickly?
She was spared answering the question. Amber turned neatly, palms gliding over her hips. Nope, nothing suspicious going on here, just two doctors getting waaaay too involved in their personal lives. Eric seemed to have the slip-up under control, lies pouring from his mouth like water out of a faucet. Pretty impressive. Amber appreciated team members who could save their collective asses—but it was also disconcerting. Did he always lie like that, or only when it suited him? Then again, when wouldn't suit him?
It rankled that she knew literally nothing about the patient whose room they’d invaded and therefore couldn’t recite symptoms and likely diagnosis; the situation was entirely in Eric's hands. The best she could do was go along with the act, nodding at the orderly in her bright-white, starched uniform. Then, with all possible dignity, Amber busted out of the room behind Eric. Basic rule to not getting caught: don't hang out in the scene of the crime.
Sliding the door closed behind them, Amber strode down the hallway. There wasn't anywhere they could go: the Diagnostics department was out of the question and anywhere else they'd generate gossip just by talking, much less being googly-eyed at one another. Being out and about in the most public place possible, the hallways, was their best bet.
"I'm taking the rest of the day off," Amber said, letting herself focus on the busy, bustling corridor. It wasn't even an excuse to not look at him; she did need to pay attention to keep from bumping into supply carts and brisk nurses. "After I've taken care of the case's paperwork." Cole and Thirteen probably had made a decent dent in the pile, but she could still sweep in and take from them as much she could. The more she relieved House of his red tape, the better.
Amber wasn't sure, to be honest, if being alone-- in a truly private place-- with Eric was the best idea right now. If her previous reactions were anything to go by, within minutes she'd be making moves and... but what good would time apart do? They'd been separated long enough. "Come with me; we can get a coffee." If she invited him out, it was because she was all but sure he wouldn't turn her down, not the way he'd insisted he wanted to work things out between them.
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She was spared answering the question. Amber turned neatly, palms gliding over her hips. Nope, nothing suspicious going on here, just two doctors getting waaaay too involved in their personal lives. Eric seemed to have the slip-up under control, lies pouring from his mouth like water out of a faucet. Pretty impressive. Amber appreciated team members who could save their collective asses—but it was also disconcerting. Did he always lie like that, or only when it suited him? Then again, when wouldn't suit him?
It rankled that she knew literally nothing about the patient whose room they’d invaded and therefore couldn’t recite symptoms and likely diagnosis; the situation was entirely in Eric's hands. The best she could do was go along with the act, nodding at the orderly in her bright-white, starched uniform. Then, with all possible dignity, Amber busted out of the room behind Eric. Basic rule to not getting caught: don't hang out in the scene of the crime.
Sliding the door closed behind them, Amber strode down the hallway. There wasn't anywhere they could go: the Diagnostics department was out of the question and anywhere else they'd generate gossip just by talking, much less being googly-eyed at one another. Being out and about in the most public place possible, the hallways, was their best bet.
"I'm taking the rest of the day off," Amber said, letting herself focus on the busy, bustling corridor. It wasn't even an excuse to not look at him; she did need to pay attention to keep from bumping into supply carts and brisk nurses. "After I've taken care of the case's paperwork." Cole and Thirteen probably had made a decent dent in the pile, but she could still sweep in and take from them as much she could. The more she relieved House of his red tape, the better.
Amber wasn't sure, to be honest, if being alone-- in a truly private place-- with Eric was the best idea right now. If her previous reactions were anything to go by, within minutes she'd be making moves and... but what good would time apart do? They'd been separated long enough. "Come with me; we can get a coffee." If she invited him out, it was because she was all but sure he wouldn't turn her down, not the way he'd insisted he wanted to work things out between them.