Foreman shook his head, even as he was pulling on his suit jacket. What a fucking mess. Whatever excitement he'd felt coming into the lounge was completely erased. Foreman almost wished he knew who had nearly walked in on them. He needed someone to be furious with, other than himself.
"You know what, House? I'm not your damn messenger." He was, humiliatingly enough, Cuddy's messenger, and he'd already failed enough at that job. House could go get the case, and handle his squad of newbies, on his own--he'd left Foreman to do all the work last time. Foreman wasn't in the mood to watch House flirt with Terzi, which, after this disaster, House undoubtedly would. He didn't want to be in the same goddamn room with him. Not if House was going to treat him like an infant simply because Foreman had regained his good sense before both of them ended up on Cuddy's shit list for having sex in her hospital. "Enjoy the case."
Foreman shoved the door open and strode out, his tie askew and his suit wrinkled, frustration jarring him with every step. At this rate, he'd probably be better off finding out what Marty Hamilton had to say than in listening to one more word House had to say.
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Date: 2009-01-14 09:03 am (UTC)"You know what, House? I'm not your damn messenger." He was, humiliatingly enough, Cuddy's messenger, and he'd already failed enough at that job. House could go get the case, and handle his squad of newbies, on his own--he'd left Foreman to do all the work last time. Foreman wasn't in the mood to watch House flirt with Terzi, which, after this disaster, House undoubtedly would. He didn't want to be in the same goddamn room with him. Not if House was going to treat him like an infant simply because Foreman had regained his good sense before both of them ended up on Cuddy's shit list for having sex in her hospital. "Enjoy the case."
Foreman shoved the door open and strode out, his tie askew and his suit wrinkled, frustration jarring him with every step. At this rate, he'd probably be better off finding out what Marty Hamilton had to say than in listening to one more word House had to say.