At Foreman's outburst, House narrowed his eyes. No, this wasn't about his keys. This was about Foreman, about his need to reassert his control and prove that he was right, prove that he knew better than House, was better than him. It had nothing to do with Foreman's concern for House's safety.
Standing up straighter, his back still pressed against the wall, House said, "Oh, shut up. You're not concerned. You're pissed off because I embarrassed you and because you were wrong."
Strangely, House didn't feel all that much satisfaction about the fact that he'd been right, about any of it. About his consultation and Dr. Terzi. About Foreman's determination to prove him wrong. About the way Foreman gave up on everything. He shifted his weight as Foreman began to speak again, and he felt himself starting to breathe faster, thinking of his kisses with Foreman, the weekend, how fucking exhilarating it had been. How let down he'd felt, like some kind of idiot that gave sex too much meaning, when he found Foreman's laptop. The thought made him push himself away from the wall to stand directly in front of Foreman, feeling that renewed hurt and anger.
"Not Top Secret files, just escape plans, right?" he asked, staring him down.
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Date: 2008-12-06 12:55 am (UTC)Standing up straighter, his back still pressed against the wall, House said, "Oh, shut up. You're not concerned. You're pissed off because I embarrassed you and because you were wrong."
Strangely, House didn't feel all that much satisfaction about the fact that he'd been right, about any of it. About his consultation and Dr. Terzi. About Foreman's determination to prove him wrong. About the way Foreman gave up on everything. He shifted his weight as Foreman began to speak again, and he felt himself starting to breathe faster, thinking of his kisses with Foreman, the weekend, how fucking exhilarating it had been. How let down he'd felt, like some kind of idiot that gave sex too much meaning, when he found Foreman's laptop. The thought made him push himself away from the wall to stand directly in front of Foreman, feeling that renewed hurt and anger.
"Not Top Secret files, just escape plans, right?" he asked, staring him down.