The look on House's face was pretty close to priceless. He was trying not to show it, but Foreman could see the lightning-fast calculation going on, whether he'd believe Foreman and panic, or brush it off. "You don't need to take my word for it," Foreman said. "I'm sure your minions will be interested." He wasn't going to show off his own uneasy thoughts on that score. If they weren't careful--and they really hadn't been, leaving the hospital together last night, coming in together again this morning--then they'd be found out far quicker than Foreman would like. Since what he'd like was never, that was inevitable, but he'd like to postpone the moment for as long as possible.
He rolled his eyes at House's next remark as he pulled on his jacket, double-checking for his keys, wallet, and cell phone. He'd be an idiot to leave his things lying around as long as House was around. Maybe there was a way to password-protect his phone. And he'd definitely be putting a limit on his credit cards. "Yeah, that tends to happen when you're around," he said. He hadn't actually missed the fact that House was poaching his coffee, he'd just resigned himself to it. He picked up House's coat from behind the couch and threw it at him.
"What do you do with them when you don't have a patient?" Foreman asked. He expected House to try and prevent them from getting out the door--for whatever childish reason--but maybe getting House interested in torturing his candidates would get him moving. Foreman frowned quickly, though, when he realized that Dr. Terzi would be starting work today. Bright and early. She'd been blatantly flirting with House last night, and House hadn't done anything to discourage her. Foreman set his jaw. He wasn't looking forward to that any more than he had yesterday. He'd just have to ignore it, otherwise it wouldn't be House's hickeys that gave them away.
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Date: 2009-01-06 10:58 am (UTC)He rolled his eyes at House's next remark as he pulled on his jacket, double-checking for his keys, wallet, and cell phone. He'd be an idiot to leave his things lying around as long as House was around. Maybe there was a way to password-protect his phone. And he'd definitely be putting a limit on his credit cards. "Yeah, that tends to happen when you're around," he said. He hadn't actually missed the fact that House was poaching his coffee, he'd just resigned himself to it. He picked up House's coat from behind the couch and threw it at him.
"What do you do with them when you don't have a patient?" Foreman asked. He expected House to try and prevent them from getting out the door--for whatever childish reason--but maybe getting House interested in torturing his candidates would get him moving. Foreman frowned quickly, though, when he realized that Dr. Terzi would be starting work today. Bright and early. She'd been blatantly flirting with House last night, and House hadn't done anything to discourage her. Foreman set his jaw. He wasn't looking forward to that any more than he had yesterday. He'd just have to ignore it, otherwise it wouldn't be House's hickeys that gave them away.