Foreman had barely stumbled into his shorts before House grabbed at him and started shoving him. Foreman had no idea where House wanted him to go. He didn't want to get caught, either, but it was ridiculous to try and hide. There was nowhere to hide.
House apparently had other ideas, and Foreman bashed his elbow on the doorjamb of House's closet before he figured out what those other ideas were. "House, I'm not going to--" Hide in the fucking closet. Before he could finish, House's glare stopped him, and a second later, the door slammed in his face. Foreman rolled his eyes, but at this point it would look even more ridiculous to pop out of House's closet when Wilson was in the room, like the stupidest surprise party ever. He'd probably give Wilson and House heart attacks, and there was no way Foreman would be able to look Wilson in the eye again if Wilson found him nearly naked in House's fucking closet. The irony wasn't lost on Foreman, and he planned to rub House's face in it the instant this was over. Eventually they'd have to tell Wilson, if not everyone at the hospital, because otherwise moments like this were going to be way too common. Wilson had no problem walking right in and Foreman didn't intend to let House take over his apartment entirely. Foreman knew this was the wrong moment--when he had some clothes on would be better, for starters--but that didn't mean he didn't resent being shoved in the dark with House's button downs and whatever other junk he didn't have space for in the rest of the apartment. For now, he'd shut up. There was nothing else to do. But he wasn't fucking happy about it.
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Date: 2009-02-28 07:53 am (UTC)House apparently had other ideas, and Foreman bashed his elbow on the doorjamb of House's closet before he figured out what those other ideas were. "House, I'm not going to--" Hide in the fucking closet. Before he could finish, House's glare stopped him, and a second later, the door slammed in his face. Foreman rolled his eyes, but at this point it would look even more ridiculous to pop out of House's closet when Wilson was in the room, like the stupidest surprise party ever. He'd probably give Wilson and House heart attacks, and there was no way Foreman would be able to look Wilson in the eye again if Wilson found him nearly naked in House's fucking closet. The irony wasn't lost on Foreman, and he planned to rub House's face in it the instant this was over. Eventually they'd have to tell Wilson, if not everyone at the hospital, because otherwise moments like this were going to be way too common. Wilson had no problem walking right in and Foreman didn't intend to let House take over his apartment entirely. Foreman knew this was the wrong moment--when he had some clothes on would be better, for starters--but that didn't mean he didn't resent being shoved in the dark with House's button downs and whatever other junk he didn't have space for in the rest of the apartment. For now, he'd shut up. There was nothing else to do. But he wasn't fucking happy about it.