"If the shoe fits," Foreman answered with mild amusement, happy enough to focus on topics neither one of them would take too seriously. He nodded as Amber explained a bit of the family dynamics. At least she wasn't treating it like a campaign she had to strategize, telling him how to act. It would've been impossible to bury his resentment if she'd tried that. Any hint that he shouldn't be himself, whatever himself he planned to be, would drag up all the misgivings he had about her family's attitudes.
With a sigh, Foreman realized he'd relaxed enough and warmed up enough that he might start to nod off if he didn't pay attention. Amber's driving was fast but smooth, and he'd been missing a few hours' sleep here and there, especially on the nights they didn't spend together. It added up. The last few weeks had been uneventful, with Amber surviving another round of House's picks. At this rate it seemed like she'd get the job, as long as House didn't make some last minute asshole move just because he hated to see Foreman happy. Amber would be more than pissed if House focused on her because of Foreman, and not for anything to do with her own merits or failures. God, Foreman didn't want to get within a hundred miles of that showdown. Amber would be right, too--it wasn't fair--but of course that was why House would be so tickled to rake them over the coals again at the eleventh hour.
More trouble it wasn't worth getting knotted over in advance. Foreman raised his eyebrows, trying to keep his eyes open. "Can't believe House didn't fuck off earlier," he muttered. Amber's mother had said something on the phone about them arriving no later than four, but that was obviously an impossible goal for two doctors. They'd still been at the hospital then. Maybe Mrs. Volakis had meant on Thanksgiving Day, although in that case Foreman didn't know why Amber had insisted on driving up tonight. Well, the timing at least meant they could easily excuse themselves for an early night if the introductions went sour.
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With a sigh, Foreman realized he'd relaxed enough and warmed up enough that he might start to nod off if he didn't pay attention. Amber's driving was fast but smooth, and he'd been missing a few hours' sleep here and there, especially on the nights they didn't spend together. It added up. The last few weeks had been uneventful, with Amber surviving another round of House's picks. At this rate it seemed like she'd get the job, as long as House didn't make some last minute asshole move just because he hated to see Foreman happy. Amber would be more than pissed if House focused on her because of Foreman, and not for anything to do with her own merits or failures. God, Foreman didn't want to get within a hundred miles of that showdown. Amber would be right, too--it wasn't fair--but of course that was why House would be so tickled to rake them over the coals again at the eleventh hour.
More trouble it wasn't worth getting knotted over in advance. Foreman raised his eyebrows, trying to keep his eyes open. "Can't believe House didn't fuck off earlier," he muttered. Amber's mother had said something on the phone about them arriving no later than four, but that was obviously an impossible goal for two doctors. They'd still been at the hospital then. Maybe Mrs. Volakis had meant on Thanksgiving Day, although in that case Foreman didn't know why Amber had insisted on driving up tonight. Well, the timing at least meant they could easily excuse themselves for an early night if the introductions went sour.