Foreman had his head down when he pushed open the fire door at the bottom of the stairs and started out into the lobby. He didn't want eye contact. He didn't care if House was still down here. He was leaving.
He proved himself a liar by lifting his eyes and catching sight of House, cornered again--by Cuddy, this time, which he probably appreciated more than if Foreman had trapped him again. House looked edgy, his gaze twitching away from Cuddy's face and then returning again, as if he was struggling to pay attention to her. Not much different from usual, except House looked more like he was impatient to get away from Cuddy rather than eager to play games with her. Foreman raised his eyebrow at House when one of House's restless looks swung across him on the other side of the nurse's station. Foreman tilted his head, some part of him meanly satisfied that House wasn't going to get off lightly for missing two days of work. Foreman didn't know what House expected--for him to go over and join him with Cuddy, or even lie in wait for him, like he was hunting House down. Neither one was going to happen. Yeah, at least Foreman knew he could be taught. And that he wasn't being a complete idiot; he could leave House well enough alone when the man tried more than once to run away from him.
Foreman walked right past House and headed out of the clinic doors. He paused to button his coat, when a tall, beautiful woman approached him. Foreman blinked, impressed despite himself.
"Excuse me," she said, in a low voice. "I don't suppose you can direct me to the Department of Diagnostics?"
Foreman blinked again, this time much less pleased. "You're looking for Dr. House?" he asked.
"Yes. Do you know him?"
Foreman snorted. "More than I'd like to, most days."
The woman smiled warmly. "Yes, that's him. Is he still here?"
Glancing over his shoulder back to the clinic doors, Foreman tightened his jaw, biting back all he wanted to say. It was all coming together now. What House had been up to. Exactly how House chose his avoidance activities. "Yeah," he said tightly. "He's just on his way out."
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He proved himself a liar by lifting his eyes and catching sight of House, cornered again--by Cuddy, this time, which he probably appreciated more than if Foreman had trapped him again. House looked edgy, his gaze twitching away from Cuddy's face and then returning again, as if he was struggling to pay attention to her. Not much different from usual, except House looked more like he was impatient to get away from Cuddy rather than eager to play games with her. Foreman raised his eyebrow at House when one of House's restless looks swung across him on the other side of the nurse's station. Foreman tilted his head, some part of him meanly satisfied that House wasn't going to get off lightly for missing two days of work. Foreman didn't know what House expected--for him to go over and join him with Cuddy, or even lie in wait for him, like he was hunting House down. Neither one was going to happen. Yeah, at least Foreman knew he could be taught. And that he wasn't being a complete idiot; he could leave House well enough alone when the man tried more than once to run away from him.
Foreman walked right past House and headed out of the clinic doors. He paused to button his coat, when a tall, beautiful woman approached him. Foreman blinked, impressed despite himself.
"Excuse me," she said, in a low voice. "I don't suppose you can direct me to the Department of Diagnostics?"
Foreman blinked again, this time much less pleased. "You're looking for Dr. House?" he asked.
"Yes. Do you know him?"
Foreman snorted. "More than I'd like to, most days."
The woman smiled warmly. "Yes, that's him. Is he still here?"
Glancing over his shoulder back to the clinic doors, Foreman tightened his jaw, biting back all he wanted to say. It was all coming together now. What House had been up to. Exactly how House chose his avoidance activities. "Yeah," he said tightly. "He's just on his way out."