House wasn't exactly surprised when Foreman didn't respond with anything that he could actually use, or analyze. He felt a pulse of satisfaction at the simple of act of reminding Foreman's of his shortcomings, but the feeling withered as soon as Foreman spoke again. House shifted against the wall, not sure what to make of Foreman's declaration. He was right? He couldn't remember the last time Foreman had actually admitted that he was right, about anything, and House stayed silent, waiting for another comment, something more, because that couldn't possibly be the end of Foreman's thought.
When Foreman clarified the statement, as House suspected he would, House almost wished Foreman had never said anything at all, and he fought down his immediately impulse to respond defensively. That kind of response would give him away, would prove to Foreman that what they'd done, what they would probably keep doing at one point or another, had meant something--something he'd rather not examine or explain at the moment--and it was easier to call Foreman's bluff. Safer. "You should ask him yourself. He'd got a step-by-step plan. Probably willing to share. Offer some pointers," House said, keeping his defenses out of his voice, his tone deliberately casual.
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When Foreman clarified the statement, as House suspected he would, House almost wished Foreman had never said anything at all, and he fought down his immediately impulse to respond defensively. That kind of response would give him away, would prove to Foreman that what they'd done, what they would probably keep doing at one point or another, had meant something--something he'd rather not examine or explain at the moment--and it was easier to call Foreman's bluff. Safer. "You should ask him yourself. He'd got a step-by-step plan. Probably willing to share. Offer some pointers," House said, keeping his defenses out of his voice, his tone deliberately casual.