Foreman let out a short breath at Amber's encouragement, half-amused and half-bridling that she'd caught him nodding off. He'd been so wired earlier that he hadn't needed coffee to keep his energy up. Being pissed off at House and anxious about tonight had been more than enough stimulant. He felt a bit guilty for leaving the driving to Amber, but at the same time, it was obvious that she'd bite his head off rather than give up that control, and she was the one who knew where they were going.

It wasn't the most supportive thing he could do, conking out for a nap when he knew that Amber was just as jittery as he was, even if she wasn't showing it. The intent way she gripped the steering wheel and the at least three redundant bags in the trunk showed that. But still, all Foreman wanted was to check out for a few hours. Push off the actual moment until the future. He leaned his head against the cool glass of the passenger side window and closed his eyes, his breathing deepening slightly. He'd be there for Amber when she needed him, he promised himself. That didn't mean he couldn't slide into sleep for the moment.