"You're trying to talk me out of it?" Foreman asked with mild disbelief. He wasn't about to start believing House's words over his actions, and he dismissed House's argument pretty much as soon as he'd made it. Foreman was more patient than House, even if that wasn't saying much, and in this game, that's all that really counted.
Foreman looked House up and down after following him onto the elevator, trying to keep it subtle, out of the corner of his eyes. It seemed like being tight space with him had, over the course of one night, conditioned Foreman to think that House was approachable. House was looking the worse for wear, and the kissing in the car hadn't exactly smoothed down the wrinkles in his clothes, but that only made Foreman more conscious of the fact that he'd pushed those clothes off him last night and told him to stop wearing so much. Advice which House had followed, since he'd shoved his button-down into his backpack this morning. Foreman tugged on his suit jacket self-consciously, hoping that none of it would show when they got to the office. As much fun as it was to get on House's case about Cuddy catching them--literally throwing him off his stride--it was nearly time to drop it and start acting like a professional.
When the elevator opened, Foreman stepped out ahead of House, and this time he didn't moderate his pace, but headed straight for the conference room door. He planned to be at least thirty seconds ahead of House by the time they got there, and to ignore him for another minute or two more after that, to at least try and put up the illusion that they hadn't come in together.
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Date: 2009-01-10 09:33 am (UTC)Foreman looked House up and down after following him onto the elevator, trying to keep it subtle, out of the corner of his eyes. It seemed like being tight space with him had, over the course of one night, conditioned Foreman to think that House was approachable. House was looking the worse for wear, and the kissing in the car hadn't exactly smoothed down the wrinkles in his clothes, but that only made Foreman more conscious of the fact that he'd pushed those clothes off him last night and told him to stop wearing so much. Advice which House had followed, since he'd shoved his button-down into his backpack this morning. Foreman tugged on his suit jacket self-consciously, hoping that none of it would show when they got to the office. As much fun as it was to get on House's case about Cuddy catching them--literally throwing him off his stride--it was nearly time to drop it and start acting like a professional.
When the elevator opened, Foreman stepped out ahead of House, and this time he didn't moderate his pace, but headed straight for the conference room door. He planned to be at least thirty seconds ahead of House by the time they got there, and to ignore him for another minute or two more after that, to at least try and put up the illusion that they hadn't come in together.