"No? Ran away from your past, your professional mistakes, and, now--" House paused, opening Wilson's lunch container and spearing a piece of sausage--of course the universe would want to torture him like this, conveniently embed phallic reminders of the weekend, just to mess with him. He answered Cole's question about his atypical choice of breakfast before resuming his quiet reply to Foreman. "And now this. Can't say I'm surprised."
House actually wasn't sure what he meant by 'this'. He didn't really want to think about it, and he figured Foreman wouldn't either, which was the only reason why he mentioned it. Foreman could assign whatever meaning to 'this' that he liked.
He listened to the fellows continue to recite list of symptoms, shooting down patient after patient, already knowing which case he planned to take--the race car driver's. At that second, House couldn't imagine a better distraction than a some time behind the wheel of a race car. The prospect sounded as justified a reason as any to take a case--none of them were very interesting otherwise. At least one of their potential patients had an interesting profession.
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Date: 2008-12-03 07:54 am (UTC)House actually wasn't sure what he meant by 'this'. He didn't really want to think about it, and he figured Foreman wouldn't either, which was the only reason why he mentioned it. Foreman could assign whatever meaning to 'this' that he liked.
He listened to the fellows continue to recite list of symptoms, shooting down patient after patient, already knowing which case he planned to take--the race car driver's. At that second, House couldn't imagine a better distraction than a some time behind the wheel of a race car. The prospect sounded as justified a reason as any to take a case--none of them were very interesting otherwise. At least one of their potential patients had an interesting profession.