Foreman suppressed a gratified smile when House lost step. It was difficult to tell because of his limp, but Foreman had been following him down one hallway or another for three years, and he could tell. He ignored House's comment about Cuddy--predictable--and took his own messages. "Don't knock persistence," he said, shrugging slightly. "I'm sure I'm going to need a lot of it."
That was definitely playing with fire. One kiss didn't mean anything permanent. If House's actions in the car had been his declaration, though, then Foreman figured he should return the favour and at least hint at the fact that he didn't plan to be driven off any time soon.
Foreman wasn't sure he was ready to see House's reaction to that, though, so he avoided House's eyes. He read his messages as they approached the elevator, most of them forgettable. One, though, was from Dr. Hamilton, and Foreman remembered with a frown that he'd never answered his email after Saturday. Most of his inquiries had been returned and had been easy to deal with--no, he wasn't interested in leaving Princeton-Plainsboro, he was simply gathering information. Marty was a different matter, since the man had mentored him through his entire neurology residency. Foreman wasn't about to just dismiss anything he had to say. He stuffed all the messages into his pocket, knowing that if he treated one any differently, House would guess it was important.
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Date: 2009-01-10 08:09 am (UTC)That was definitely playing with fire. One kiss didn't mean anything permanent. If House's actions in the car had been his declaration, though, then Foreman figured he should return the favour and at least hint at the fact that he didn't plan to be driven off any time soon.
Foreman wasn't sure he was ready to see House's reaction to that, though, so he avoided House's eyes. He read his messages as they approached the elevator, most of them forgettable. One, though, was from Dr. Hamilton, and Foreman remembered with a frown that he'd never answered his email after Saturday. Most of his inquiries had been returned and had been easy to deal with--no, he wasn't interested in leaving Princeton-Plainsboro, he was simply gathering information. Marty was a different matter, since the man had mentored him through his entire neurology residency. Foreman wasn't about to just dismiss anything he had to say. He stuffed all the messages into his pocket, knowing that if he treated one any differently, House would guess it was important.