Foreman loosened the collar of his coat, although he hadn't warmed up enough to shrug it off his shoulders yet. It'd been a long day. Clinic patients didn't disappear just because Thanksgiving was approaching, and House had been wavering between manic and sullen for most of the week, his usual insanity around holidays manifesting. He hated them, but he loved the themed pranks he could pull, even if there wasn't a single practical joke that would stop him from being bitter and alone when all was said and done. Amber and the other candidates had been left to their own devices, fretting and bored, but Foreman had been putting out as many of House's fires as he could before taking off for a few days. If there was chaos in the meantime, Cuddy would just have to deal.
When Amber spoke, Foreman blinked, a smirk tugging at his mouth before he had a chance to defend against it. It wasn't fair. He'd been psyching himself up to treat her parents like a job interview or a firing squad. Whether they liked him or not, he refused to provide them with any evidence against him. Stiff politeness he could do, as long as he was consciously drawing up into himself to present his most conscientious facade. But Amber's dry comment nearly had him chuckling. He relaxed when he was with her. It wasn't a habit he wanted to break, but it made everything with her family that much harder. "I never would have guessed," he said, teasing back. Why was he borrowing trouble, anyway? The drive was long enough for him to enjoy being with Amber at a time when they both weren't rushing in opposite directions down the hospital hallways.
Outside the windows, other cars' taillights flashed as Amber passed them, handily making use of the left lane. It was dark and damp out, but Foreman leaned back in his seat, rubbing the last of the cold out of his hands and listening to the drone of the fans. "Brian's younger, right?" he asked. All of the Volakis siblings were pretty close in age, he thought he remembered. "And he's bringing his girlfriend?" It'd be nice if some of the attention could be diverted from him. He was pretty comfortable with sacrificing somebody else to save awkwardness himself.
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When Amber spoke, Foreman blinked, a smirk tugging at his mouth before he had a chance to defend against it. It wasn't fair. He'd been psyching himself up to treat her parents like a job interview or a firing squad. Whether they liked him or not, he refused to provide them with any evidence against him. Stiff politeness he could do, as long as he was consciously drawing up into himself to present his most conscientious facade. But Amber's dry comment nearly had him chuckling. He relaxed when he was with her. It wasn't a habit he wanted to break, but it made everything with her family that much harder. "I never would have guessed," he said, teasing back. Why was he borrowing trouble, anyway? The drive was long enough for him to enjoy being with Amber at a time when they both weren't rushing in opposite directions down the hospital hallways.
Outside the windows, other cars' taillights flashed as Amber passed them, handily making use of the left lane. It was dark and damp out, but Foreman leaned back in his seat, rubbing the last of the cold out of his hands and listening to the drone of the fans. "Brian's younger, right?" he asked. All of the Volakis siblings were pretty close in age, he thought he remembered. "And he's bringing his girlfriend?" It'd be nice if some of the attention could be diverted from him. He was pretty comfortable with sacrificing somebody else to save awkwardness himself.