Foreman stood taller, squaring his shoulders, when House crossed the elevator in two steps and got right in his face. He met House's eyes directly, much as he felt like he wouldn't stand up to House's scrutiny. His stomach twisted, a strange combination of nerves and frustration. House was so goddamn close, and Foreman felt like any move he made would be the wrong one.
"What am I supposed to say to convince you? I'm not leaving." He spaced out the last three words, as if that would make House hear him. "Yeah, I freaked out, and maybe I did something stupid. You haven't exactly been Mr. Rationality about this either, so don't tell me that's the end of it." Foreman let out a tired sigh, wishing that his body didn't think that House looming over him meant that House was going to close the last inches between them, offer some contact. House's eyes shifted as he studied Foreman's face, as if House could catch him out in a lie if he looked him over carefully enough. Foreman realized that his mouth was open slightly, as if he was inviting a kiss, and he pressed his lips together.
Foreman heard the ding of the elevator, the doors rolling open. He swallowed, giving a tiny shake of his head. House would back off again now that he had the chance. "If I wanted to escape, believe me, you'd know it," he said, keeping his voice as firm as possible. "For one thing, I'd stop doing this." Foreman lifted his chin and brushed his lips against House's, meaning the kiss to be as brief as House made it.
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"What am I supposed to say to convince you? I'm not leaving." He spaced out the last three words, as if that would make House hear him. "Yeah, I freaked out, and maybe I did something stupid. You haven't exactly been Mr. Rationality about this either, so don't tell me that's the end of it." Foreman let out a tired sigh, wishing that his body didn't think that House looming over him meant that House was going to close the last inches between them, offer some contact. House's eyes shifted as he studied Foreman's face, as if House could catch him out in a lie if he looked him over carefully enough. Foreman realized that his mouth was open slightly, as if he was inviting a kiss, and he pressed his lips together.
Foreman heard the ding of the elevator, the doors rolling open. He swallowed, giving a tiny shake of his head. House would back off again now that he had the chance. "If I wanted to escape, believe me, you'd know it," he said, keeping his voice as firm as possible. "For one thing, I'd stop doing this." Foreman lifted his chin and brushed his lips against House's, meaning the kiss to be as brief as House made it.