House waited as Foreman continued browsing the file, unable to help the grin that surfaced when Foreman's hand searched for his coffee mug. It faded fast as Foreman spoke, and House narrowed his eyes at him.
Oh, that bastard. House clenched his jaw, glaring at Foreman as threateningly as he could as Foreman stood and walked towards the coffee counter. He refused to acknowledge that God damned patronizing remark any further, and he ignored the patronizing coffee that Foreman--the bastard, the little, cripple-patronizing bastard--set on the table for him.
For about five seconds. House made a show of peering into the coffee he had no intention of drinking and inhaled the steam. He'd heard Foreman rip open two packets of sugar, and he could see he'd left out the milk--exactly how House fixed his own coffee. House glanced up at Foreman. "Aw, Cuddy's watchdog plays fetch, too? Quick, get me the ball on my desk. We'll have some fun."
He didn't expect him to listen; he expected an eyebrow raise, some kind of dismissal, but it was still satisfying to get in a return shot. He waited for a moment, still ignoring his coffee, and said, "You're no better off now than you were before you quit." In fact, Foreman was probably worse off, after his stunt at Mercy. House knew the new kids had his number, and it was only a matter of time before they realized that he was no better than they were. "Whatever happened to 'saving lives' and 'not turning into me'? Because, I heard you pulled a move worthy of nobody but me. I knew you were trying to make a name for yourself, but I didn't think it would be mine."
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Date: 2008-09-30 09:58 pm (UTC)Oh, that bastard. House clenched his jaw, glaring at Foreman as threateningly as he could as Foreman stood and walked towards the coffee counter. He refused to acknowledge that God damned patronizing remark any further, and he ignored the patronizing coffee that Foreman--the bastard, the little, cripple-patronizing bastard--set on the table for him.
For about five seconds. House made a show of peering into the coffee he had no intention of drinking and inhaled the steam. He'd heard Foreman rip open two packets of sugar, and he could see he'd left out the milk--exactly how House fixed his own coffee. House glanced up at Foreman. "Aw, Cuddy's watchdog plays fetch, too? Quick, get me the ball on my desk. We'll have some fun."
He didn't expect him to listen; he expected an eyebrow raise, some kind of dismissal, but it was still satisfying to get in a return shot. He waited for a moment, still ignoring his coffee, and said, "You're no better off now than you were before you quit." In fact, Foreman was probably worse off, after his stunt at Mercy. House knew the new kids had his number, and it was only a matter of time before they realized that he was no better than they were. "Whatever happened to 'saving lives' and 'not turning into me'? Because, I heard you pulled a move worthy of nobody but me. I knew you were trying to make a name for yourself, but I didn't think it would be mine."