It really didn't seem like it'd be good for him for Foreman to admit what he'd been thinking about Amber's defence mechanisms--or how good she looked when she was hiding behind them. He chuckled lightly. "I'm looking forward to it." If they hadn't been five steps away from Diagnostics, he would've taken her hand again, taken comfort that he could. It wasn't over. Not if Amber was dissolving into a smile when she'd been angry so recently. And calling him ridiculous--he nearly laughed out loud. "Me?" he started, but he really would look ridiculous if he started that argument here. He shook his head, sending her a mock-threatening glance. He'd have another chance to prove who, exactly, was ridiculous, later on.
For now, they were stuck with paperwork. Thank Christ House had made himself scarce. Probably avoiding any fallout from the Brennan situation, or any new cases, or any clinic hours he'd racked up. Probably, Foreman thought, all of the above. But it meant that he could use House's office. The other candidates were in the conference room, Thirteen and Cole looking over Casey's file while it seemed like Kutner was reenacting Brennan's fall from glory and dismissal, with a lot more explosions and dropped jaws than there had been in the original story.
"I'll see you after," Foreman told Amber, and then went into House's office. She could follow behind him, or wait, whatever suited her purposes best. Foreman wasn't going to make a big deal out of it at this point. He called Cuddy and told her what had happened. "We're going to need to know what you want us to tell the Alfonsos before we discharge Casey," he said. He could all but hear her eyeroll over the phone, but since it was mostly directed at House for disappearing for two days and allowing this to happen, he wasn't too worried. He'd done what he needed to: caught Brennan's idiocy, and made sure he was fired. Cuddy's hospital was safe from lawsuits again, so he was doing his job.
She kept him on the phone longer, though, going over the whole of Casey's stay, making sure they hadn't missed anything. Foreman justified his decisions to her easily, although they looked stupid in hindsight. He tried to be discreet about glancing through the glass to see how Amber would handle the others, and hoping she'd be done soon so that he could get Cuddy off the phone and get out of here.
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For now, they were stuck with paperwork. Thank Christ House had made himself scarce. Probably avoiding any fallout from the Brennan situation, or any new cases, or any clinic hours he'd racked up. Probably, Foreman thought, all of the above. But it meant that he could use House's office. The other candidates were in the conference room, Thirteen and Cole looking over Casey's file while it seemed like Kutner was reenacting Brennan's fall from glory and dismissal, with a lot more explosions and dropped jaws than there had been in the original story.
"I'll see you after," Foreman told Amber, and then went into House's office. She could follow behind him, or wait, whatever suited her purposes best. Foreman wasn't going to make a big deal out of it at this point. He called Cuddy and told her what had happened. "We're going to need to know what you want us to tell the Alfonsos before we discharge Casey," he said. He could all but hear her eyeroll over the phone, but since it was mostly directed at House for disappearing for two days and allowing this to happen, he wasn't too worried. He'd done what he needed to: caught Brennan's idiocy, and made sure he was fired. Cuddy's hospital was safe from lawsuits again, so he was doing his job.
She kept him on the phone longer, though, going over the whole of Casey's stay, making sure they hadn't missed anything. Foreman justified his decisions to her easily, although they looked stupid in hindsight. He tried to be discreet about glancing through the glass to see how Amber would handle the others, and hoping she'd be done soon so that he could get Cuddy off the phone and get out of here.