Foreman nodded carefully. He didn't like feeling uncertain, but it seemed one of the things that he couldn't get away from, being around Amber. Her reactions flicked around so quickly and Foreman was rarely sure that he was keeping up. Even if he could guess how she felt in a moment, the lightning-fast changes always left him wondering if he'd been wrong all along and he'd misread both how she'd felt at first and why she'd jumped to another state altogether. He let out an amused breath, his smile returning, when Amber offered him her hand. He stood up, and made a little show of taking her hand in his. They could leave the paperwork on House's desk; House wouldn't touch it. He must've taken his opportunity to fuck off once again, and Foreman would be the first one back to the office in the morning.

He stepped around the desk, and gave Amber's arm a firm, unyielding pull, until he could wrap his other arm around her. Everyone else had left. There was no one to see. It was a strong hug, and Foreman kept it short, no longer than the length of the sigh he let out, but he needed to reassure himself that they might be going slowly, but at least they were going. Even as brief as it was, the hug eased some of his worry, allowed him to remember the feel of Amber's body against his. "Okay," he said, letting go of her and stepping back to meet her eyes. "Let's remember that, too, okay?" There was a reason they were together, despite all this. Foreman knew what he wanted; he hoped Amber hadn't lost sight of it either.