House freely let a smirk pull across his face as Foreman gritted his teeth, only vaguely disappointed when Foreman seemed to get a grip of himself--try, at least. He kept his eyes on Foreman, watching him turn and swipe his tennis ball, staying silent. It was too bad Foreman held his tongue and ignored House's bait; House was half-waiting for Foreman to explode with fury, hoping for it, but Foreman seemed to be thinking, not fuming. Too fucking bad. If Foreman thought that House didn't have the balls to push even harder--bug him, harass him, interfere with his job, his life--he was wrong.
He was about to dish out a few extra insults, opening his mouth when Foreman turned around. When Foreman leaned close, his hand diving into his pocket, House's mouth stayed open, and his lips moved, but no words made it out. House tried not to twitch as Foreman's hand brushed his side, and he made sure to wear a hardened expression when Foreman stood up and spoke.
Damn it. Sometimes he hated when Foreman had a good idea, even more when a grin tugged at his mouth before he could hide it. He liked the idea, damn it; he still got to mess with his new kids, even after the case was solved. Throw mind-fucking on the table, and Foreman knew he'd be hard pressed to refuse. "I'll gather the troops," he said, after a long pause. "Now get the hell out of my personal space and treat the damn kid." He made no move to stand up from his chair. He'd have a good fifteen minutes before the treatment was started and he had to show up in the lecture hall. "Or I might start to think you've got a thing for me."
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Date: 2008-10-13 08:28 am (UTC)He was about to dish out a few extra insults, opening his mouth when Foreman turned around. When Foreman leaned close, his hand diving into his pocket, House's mouth stayed open, and his lips moved, but no words made it out. House tried not to twitch as Foreman's hand brushed his side, and he made sure to wear a hardened expression when Foreman stood up and spoke.
Damn it. Sometimes he hated when Foreman had a good idea, even more when a grin tugged at his mouth before he could hide it. He liked the idea, damn it; he still got to mess with his new kids, even after the case was solved. Throw mind-fucking on the table, and Foreman knew he'd be hard pressed to refuse. "I'll gather the troops," he said, after a long pause. "Now get the hell out of my personal space and treat the damn kid." He made no move to stand up from his chair. He'd have a good fifteen minutes before the treatment was started and he had to show up in the lecture hall. "Or I might start to think you've got a thing for me."