"What the hell are you even looking for?" Foreman asked, too resigned to be as angry as he should be. House had known him for three years and he'd been picking for more information all that time. There had to be some final goal, some revelation that would satisfy him. "Trying to catch me in a lie about what kind of soap I buy?" He forked up another bite impatiently. House couldn't have searched that thoroughly, since he hadn't come into the kitchen earlier waving his finds. There were one or two things in his bedroom that Foreman hoped would never see the light of day without his permission. Maybe House was just waiting for him to bring them out to laugh and say that he'd known all along. It wasn't really House's style to delay gratification like that--his own, at least; he seemed to have no problem delaying Foreman's--so probably he was lying about the search, just to fuck with Foreman's head.
He glared at the ceiling when House brought up his computer passwords and took another long drink from his beer. Yeah, no kidding he'd password-protected his computer. Although now he realized that by doing that, he'd actually anticipated that House would be coming back to his place again. Even then, as furious as he'd been about House's invasion of his business, he'd been preparing for House to come back. "Great. Let me know when it's safe for me to live in my own apartment again." Foreman snorted, mostly to himself. Showering would be a test of a sort, if he was willing to risk whatever havoc House would cause if Foreman left him alone. He didn't trust House, but he did trust himself, and he knew better to keep his important documents in his home office. That was what safety deposit boxes were for. The fact that it was supposed to deter burglars, not House, was beside the point. Foreman looked down at his plate and toyed with the last bite. He had to peel himself off the couch to lean forward and put it down; definitely in need of a shower. "Enjoy your search," he said, leaving the eye-roll mostly implied. He walked past House, nudging his knees instead of going around the couch, pausing to look down at him, one eyebrow cocked. "There are probably better things you could be doing."
Smirking to himself once his back was to House, Foreman headed for the bedroom, stopped just long enough to push down his sweats and boxers, and stepped into the bathroom. There were signs House had looked around, things out of place and the medicine cabinet open, but Foreman couldn't imagine that his Tylenol held any interest. He turned the water in the shower to scalding, testing it with his hand. So far House hadn't shown much interest in taking him up on his teases--too damn cautious--but Foreman didn't think he'd be upset enough to leave. He closed the bathroom door, leaving it unlocked, and got in under the spray.
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He glared at the ceiling when House brought up his computer passwords and took another long drink from his beer. Yeah, no kidding he'd password-protected his computer. Although now he realized that by doing that, he'd actually anticipated that House would be coming back to his place again. Even then, as furious as he'd been about House's invasion of his business, he'd been preparing for House to come back. "Great. Let me know when it's safe for me to live in my own apartment again." Foreman snorted, mostly to himself. Showering would be a test of a sort, if he was willing to risk whatever havoc House would cause if Foreman left him alone. He didn't trust House, but he did trust himself, and he knew better to keep his important documents in his home office. That was what safety deposit boxes were for. The fact that it was supposed to deter burglars, not House, was beside the point. Foreman looked down at his plate and toyed with the last bite. He had to peel himself off the couch to lean forward and put it down; definitely in need of a shower. "Enjoy your search," he said, leaving the eye-roll mostly implied. He walked past House, nudging his knees instead of going around the couch, pausing to look down at him, one eyebrow cocked. "There are probably better things you could be doing."
Smirking to himself once his back was to House, Foreman headed for the bedroom, stopped just long enough to push down his sweats and boxers, and stepped into the bathroom. There were signs House had looked around, things out of place and the medicine cabinet open, but Foreman couldn't imagine that his Tylenol held any interest. He turned the water in the shower to scalding, testing it with his hand. So far House hadn't shown much interest in taking him up on his teases--too damn cautious--but Foreman didn't think he'd be upset enough to leave. He closed the bathroom door, leaving it unlocked, and got in under the spray.