The news about the patient had House out of the office like a limping-but-eager shot. The candidate, 24--Foreman caught sight of her number when she sneered at him with a rather scary look of speculative fury as House called him a real doctor--followed almost on House's heels. Foreman tamped down his own smirk and widened his eyes at her, tilting his head to show that nobody understood House, least of all when he chose to dispense compliments. He held the door for her, and then caught up with House on his right side. There, he was more in danger from House swinging his cane, but it tended to be the shoulder House looked over most often, because of how he placed his weight when he walked.
"I suppose you're going to make me guess what treatments you've already tried," Foreman said, pleased that they finally had something medical to attend to. It never helped to let House know that his praise, faint and far-between as it was, meant anything to him. Foreman surprised himself, though, with the satisfaction that bubbled up because of House's words. What was that, twice in the last half-hour? House must have really missed him. He almost snorted in amusement at the idea.
The three of them got on the elevator. Foreman kept his gaze on the floor indicator, ignoring 24's narrow-eyed look, the kind he recognized from long association as picking-apart-a-puzzle.
"So he's good?" she asked, half-interested and half-doubtful. When Foreman didn't respond, she turned to House and tried to pierce him with her stare. "I suppose if we get this job, we can expect you to become human with us as well?"
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Date: 2008-10-10 11:51 pm (UTC)"I suppose you're going to make me guess what treatments you've already tried," Foreman said, pleased that they finally had something medical to attend to. It never helped to let House know that his praise, faint and far-between as it was, meant anything to him. Foreman surprised himself, though, with the satisfaction that bubbled up because of House's words. What was that, twice in the last half-hour? House must have really missed him. He almost snorted in amusement at the idea.
The three of them got on the elevator. Foreman kept his gaze on the floor indicator, ignoring 24's narrow-eyed look, the kind he recognized from long association as picking-apart-a-puzzle.
"So he's good?" she asked, half-interested and half-doubtful. When Foreman didn't respond, she turned to House and tried to pierce him with her stare. "I suppose if we get this job, we can expect you to become human with us as well?"