Foreman was more than half-asleep before House moved away from him. He frowned, letting out a small mmph sound, but he opened his eyes long enough to see House heading for the bathroom. He didn't really want to know what chaos House might possibly cause in there; he was too tired to deal with any of it. Besides, he'd be surprised if House did more than clean up. That was all he wanted, for the moment, and he was right. House came back and hauled the covers up, not saying a word. Foreman couldn't quite avoid the thought about how domestic this was, taking turns in the bathroom, brushing his teeth after House had--obviously--helped himself to Foreman's spare.
Not going to think about it. Not going to worry. Foreman just hoped it wouldn't be like last time; hoped that House could actually sleep without elbowing him in the ribs. He wished he could change the damn sheets, but of course, House was rolled up in them now, and he'd probably fight tooth and nail if Foreman rolled him out of bed just for that.
No. Tonight was definitely not the time for confrontations. Forget about it. Foreman climbed back into bed after turning out the lights, nudging close to House without actually touching him, so that he could avoid the mess. He wasn't about to cuddle, but right now, the shared warmth under the sheets felt good, easing through his muscles, and Foreman was asleep almost before he had time to worry about tomorrow.
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Date: 2009-01-06 08:45 am (UTC)Not going to think about it. Not going to worry. Foreman just hoped it wouldn't be like last time; hoped that House could actually sleep without elbowing him in the ribs. He wished he could change the damn sheets, but of course, House was rolled up in them now, and he'd probably fight tooth and nail if Foreman rolled him out of bed just for that.
No. Tonight was definitely not the time for confrontations. Forget about it. Foreman climbed back into bed after turning out the lights, nudging close to House without actually touching him, so that he could avoid the mess. He wasn't about to cuddle, but right now, the shared warmth under the sheets felt good, easing through his muscles, and Foreman was asleep almost before he had time to worry about tomorrow.