It was risky, but putting this kind of pressure on Foreman could be worth it. The trick, House knew, was to keep it light, make the truth about himself seem like a lie. No one, except Foreman, would look twice. "Oh, well, since you asked," House said, his voice cheery, as if he was flattered that Foreman had asked. He decided to toss out the files, one to each candidate, just for an added distraction for them as he spoke. "Went out to a bar. Got hit-on. Got laid. I'd share the details, but the sex wasn't that great." House gave an exaggerated shrug and smiled. "Ah, well."
House turned to head back toward the desk, meeting Foreman's eyes directly as he lowered his voice to a serious tone. "Not nearly as exciting as your weekend. Word at the nurse's station is that, after you spent an afternoon breaking into a colleague's apartment, you brought a dude to yours. Next time, save yourself a run on the rumor mill and kiss in private."
He stared at Foreman, knowing he'd stepped too far over Foreman's personal boundary, but Foreman had pushed. He shouldn't push if he wasn't prepared to get pushed back. Of course, Foreman could do the same thing, but House had a feeling Foreman would want to keep as much of his personal life private as he could, not to mention that sabotage was a move too low Foreman; House suspected that Foreman would think he was above humiliating someone in public, too good to stoop to that, even if it was about him.
With a small grin, House set his cane on the desk and took a seat, pulling the lunch container closer to him. He figured it wouldn't hurt to dangle an out in front of Foreman; it would still confirm his theory if Foreman took advantage of it. "But Foreman's right," he said. "We're here to treat patients." He nodded toward the candidates, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "So what do you got?"
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House turned to head back toward the desk, meeting Foreman's eyes directly as he lowered his voice to a serious tone. "Not nearly as exciting as your weekend. Word at the nurse's station is that, after you spent an afternoon breaking into a colleague's apartment, you brought a dude to yours. Next time, save yourself a run on the rumor mill and kiss in private."
He stared at Foreman, knowing he'd stepped too far over Foreman's personal boundary, but Foreman had pushed. He shouldn't push if he wasn't prepared to get pushed back. Of course, Foreman could do the same thing, but House had a feeling Foreman would want to keep as much of his personal life private as he could, not to mention that sabotage was a move too low Foreman; House suspected that Foreman would think he was above humiliating someone in public, too good to stoop to that, even if it was about him.
With a small grin, House set his cane on the desk and took a seat, pulling the lunch container closer to him. He figured it wouldn't hurt to dangle an out in front of Foreman; it would still confirm his theory if Foreman took advantage of it. "But Foreman's right," he said. "We're here to treat patients." He nodded toward the candidates, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "So what do you got?"