"Your fucking keys have nothing to do with this!" Foreman exploded. "I'm trying to stop you from cracking your stubborn skull open, and playing keep-away is the only way you'd get that, because you don't understand the word no."
He couldn't believe House seemed to have no clue what he'd been saying all evening. He'd thought House was so adverse to a rational conversation that the only way to pound something through his skull was to try and force the message in through different channels. Games and physical contact, that's all House had wanted on Saturday, so Foreman had no idea what had changed overnight. And mixed up in everything else was Foreman's determination that House wouldn't be able to say that he was being predictable--at least Foreman seemed to be doing enough to avoid that, since House sounded more confused about what Foreman was doing than he was himself.
Foreman wasn't used to people walking out on him; he'd always been the one with the exit plan. That's what Wendy had accused him of, saying that he was walking away while he was still in the damn relationship. But wasn't that what House had been saying all along? That he walked out? That he was just as guilty of avoidance and running away as House was? It could be that this was the stupidest time in his life to try something different--with someone who'd try and push him away at every turn--but at the same time, Foreman couldn't think of anyone better to make him want to make something work out of pure orneriness.
Foreman crossed his arms defensively, glaring at House. "Look, I'm sorry if kissing you hasn't been clear enough, but I'm saying that I--" He exhaled sharply, then set his jaw. "That I enjoyed myself, and that it was pretty obvious you did too, so I'm interested in pursuing the possibility that it might be even better if we weren't both drunk! And maybe even better after that because you'd realize that the government doesn't hide its Top Secret files on my computer, so you might actually stick around long enough to annoy me in the morning instead of in the middle of the night."
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He couldn't believe House seemed to have no clue what he'd been saying all evening. He'd thought House was so adverse to a rational conversation that the only way to pound something through his skull was to try and force the message in through different channels. Games and physical contact, that's all House had wanted on Saturday, so Foreman had no idea what had changed overnight. And mixed up in everything else was Foreman's determination that House wouldn't be able to say that he was being predictable--at least Foreman seemed to be doing enough to avoid that, since House sounded more confused about what Foreman was doing than he was himself.
Foreman wasn't used to people walking out on him; he'd always been the one with the exit plan. That's what Wendy had accused him of, saying that he was walking away while he was still in the damn relationship. But wasn't that what House had been saying all along? That he walked out? That he was just as guilty of avoidance and running away as House was? It could be that this was the stupidest time in his life to try something different--with someone who'd try and push him away at every turn--but at the same time, Foreman couldn't think of anyone better to make him want to make something work out of pure orneriness.
Foreman crossed his arms defensively, glaring at House. "Look, I'm sorry if kissing you hasn't been clear enough, but I'm saying that I--" He exhaled sharply, then set his jaw. "That I enjoyed myself, and that it was pretty obvious you did too, so I'm interested in pursuing the possibility that it might be even better if we weren't both drunk! And maybe even better after that because you'd realize that the government doesn't hide its Top Secret files on my computer, so you might actually stick around long enough to annoy me in the morning instead of in the middle of the night."