Finally. A good rise. A real reaction. House leaned back in his chair as Foreman slammed down his mug and unleashed a little frustration. He jumped in when Foreman, predictably, insisted he wasn't turning into him. He was still clinging to some kind of delusional hope.
"Didn't say you were, but you want to, on some level," he said, absently stirring his coffee--his coffee that he still refused to touch. "Maybe not so evil." He struggled not to smirk satisfactorily, and let Foreman shout until, well, until he shut up.
"Exactly," he said, pointing at Foreman before dropping his hand back on the table. His grin was back; Foreman had gotten himself so worked up he'd contradicted himself. "You don't think it was a bad decision, and it wasn't. You should feel great, but you don't. Why? Because I could get away with it, and you couldn't?"
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Date: 2008-10-01 12:44 am (UTC)"Didn't say you were, but you want to, on some level," he said, absently stirring his coffee--his coffee that he still refused to touch. "Maybe not so evil." He struggled not to smirk satisfactorily, and let Foreman shout until, well, until he shut up.
"Exactly," he said, pointing at Foreman before dropping his hand back on the table. His grin was back; Foreman had gotten himself so worked up he'd contradicted himself. "You don't think it was a bad decision, and it wasn't. You should feel great, but you don't. Why? Because I could get away with it, and you couldn't?"