Foreman took a deep breath when he reached the conference room. He supposed eventually the candidates that House hired would be in here every morning, probably messing with whatever order he managed to create, but for now they were still banished to the lecture theatre, or the clinic when Cuddy could catch them. Foreman hung his jacket on the coat tree and headed for the coffee machine to start a pot, since House had stolen half of his this morning. He glanced up when House entered his office, hoping that House would wordlessly agree to keep things discreet. Since House sat down at his desk, Foreman assumed he was in the clear. He started going through the mail, grimacing at some pretty desperate consult requests, both from patients and doctors. Answering those were what really made him miss Cameron. They'd piled up in the months since she'd left.
He turned sharply at the sound of House's voice. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. He didn't like the idea that House was timing him, or studying him, or coming to conclusions about him. Still, he'd known House wouldn't really respect the rules Foreman tried to put in place, especially if they were unspoken.
Probably better to keep the subject away from himself. "Going to keep your minions waiting?" Foreman asked, nodding at the pile of clothes under House's arm. Even though nobody was here but the two of them, Foreman fought to keep his smirk to himself. If he couldn't hide how he felt now, then he wouldn't be any better in front of an audience. Probably his smugness showed despite himself, though. House meant to take the shower that Foreman had rushed him past this morning. House had chosen to ignore the alarm clock, so he'd missed out his chance. He probably smelled of sweat and sex, and Foreman regretted not taking the time in the car to kiss House a little longer, at least enough to push his nose against the juncture of House's neck and shoulder and let the scent wash over him. That was exactly the kind of thought he should be avoiding at work. Foreman looked back at the mail and threw the last ones in the appropriate piles as a quick way to get his guard back up.
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Date: 2009-01-10 08:59 pm (UTC)He turned sharply at the sound of House's voice. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. He didn't like the idea that House was timing him, or studying him, or coming to conclusions about him. Still, he'd known House wouldn't really respect the rules Foreman tried to put in place, especially if they were unspoken.
Probably better to keep the subject away from himself. "Going to keep your minions waiting?" Foreman asked, nodding at the pile of clothes under House's arm. Even though nobody was here but the two of them, Foreman fought to keep his smirk to himself. If he couldn't hide how he felt now, then he wouldn't be any better in front of an audience. Probably his smugness showed despite himself, though. House meant to take the shower that Foreman had rushed him past this morning. House had chosen to ignore the alarm clock, so he'd missed out his chance. He probably smelled of sweat and sex, and Foreman regretted not taking the time in the car to kiss House a little longer, at least enough to push his nose against the juncture of House's neck and shoulder and let the scent wash over him. That was exactly the kind of thought he should be avoiding at work. Foreman looked back at the mail and threw the last ones in the appropriate piles as a quick way to get his guard back up.