Date: 2008-10-13 06:23 am (UTC)
He scoffed at Foreman's suggestion that he was 'lost' without him, crossing into his office to take a seat at his Eames chair in the corner. Sure, he worked best with a sounding board, someone--sometimes more than one someone, but one was usually enough--to bounce ideas off. It wasn't essential, though, that the 'someone' was Foreman. Not even close. There was no way he'd tell Foreman about his use of one of the hospital's janitors, and, besides, this wasn't about him. This was about Foreman.

House leaned back in his chair, propping both feet on the footrest. "Oh, wouldn't you love that? The whole department takes a spin down the toilet without Dr. Foreman's brilliance." House mirrored Foreman's gesture, and stroked his face thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes at Foreman. If Foreman wanted to push his buttons, he'd push back; Foreman should know that by now. "You know, now that I think of it, you're right, I've been so lost I've been trying to turn out Dr. Foreman clones. Hard to change their skin color, but Thirteen managed to kill a patient all by herself. Didn't even need to call you for a consult. She hasn't quite made it to your level, though. She hasn't quit yet."
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