Foreman eyed Amber, disbelief tingeing his expression as he studied her. Her cheeks were pale, eyes a little peaked even under her makeup. She didn't seem angry--for the moment. But based on the last ten minutes, Foreman wouldn't know how long that would last. The next words out of his mouth could set her off again. "You get upset when I try to get close," he said evenly--not an accusation, not angry. Just the damn truth. He was frustrated enough to be honest. If Amber couldn't take it, then Foreman would know where he stood. "I don't like getting pushed away." He didn't mean the hug, although that was part of it. Amber had always put up walls to keep him out, or acted like sex was the only closeness she'd ever consider. Foreman knew he had his own barriers, but he'd told Amber more about himself than most people knew--more than anyone at the hospital, more than any girlfriend he'd had in Princeton. She knew about his mom, about his brother. He'd hurt, telling her that stuff, but he'd done it because he wanted her to know. Because he'd thought he could trust her. What if he'd been wrong?
Foreman shrugged slightly as the elevator doors opened. They wouldn't be talking with a couple of strangers to overhear them. Foreman slipped between them and leaned against the back wall, crossing his arms and letting his head tilt back to rest against the wall, staring up at nothing much. Maybe he was too damn tired to do this right now. He didn't want to make it worse, but he was stuck in a maze without a map, and he still had no clue what would upset Amber and what he could say to her safely. Picking his way over eggshells was not how he wanted to spend the rest of this relationship. The other two people on the elevator got off on the next floor down, leaving them alone, and Foreman glanced over at Amber, wondering whether that would mean a thing to her.
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Foreman shrugged slightly as the elevator doors opened. They wouldn't be talking with a couple of strangers to overhear them. Foreman slipped between them and leaned against the back wall, crossing his arms and letting his head tilt back to rest against the wall, staring up at nothing much. Maybe he was too damn tired to do this right now. He didn't want to make it worse, but he was stuck in a maze without a map, and he still had no clue what would upset Amber and what he could say to her safely. Picking his way over eggshells was not how he wanted to spend the rest of this relationship. The other two people on the elevator got off on the next floor down, leaving them alone, and Foreman glanced over at Amber, wondering whether that would mean a thing to her.