Foreman finished the last of his sandwich and brushed the crumbs off of House's so-precious shirt. He remembered their last cab ride together in far too much detail, including how stupidly drunk he'd been, treating the world as if sleeping with House couldn't possibly have any consequences beyond the sex itself. There was no way he might have imagined arguing with House about how they'd get to work in the morning because they hadn't coordinated which of them had a car where. Or that probably they'd have other arguments, over other topics just as mundane, because they were dating. Or something.
"Hey!" he burst out, when House started rooting around in his jacket. Foreman stifled his first instinct, to go and grab his keys back, but he did start for the living room. If House wanted his shirt returned, then they'd have to go to Foreman's apartment, where he could shower and dress in his own clothes. That had actually been his plan, and if House thought he was manipulating Foreman into leaving, that would make everything easier.
Foreman pulled on his shoes and grabbed his jacket before following House out the door. "You're not driving, so hand the keys over," he said. He smirked, realizing that he had way more ammunition to use against House now. Since they were alone, he didn't mind using it. It would probably piss House off even more. Foreman knew he shouldn't say it. House would hate that Foreman was using it against him, but he felt too smug to keep his mouth shut. "Or I'll tickle you for them."
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Date: 2009-03-12 08:01 pm (UTC)"Hey!" he burst out, when House started rooting around in his jacket. Foreman stifled his first instinct, to go and grab his keys back, but he did start for the living room. If House wanted his shirt returned, then they'd have to go to Foreman's apartment, where he could shower and dress in his own clothes. That had actually been his plan, and if House thought he was manipulating Foreman into leaving, that would make everything easier.
Foreman pulled on his shoes and grabbed his jacket before following House out the door. "You're not driving, so hand the keys over," he said. He smirked, realizing that he had way more ammunition to use against House now. Since they were alone, he didn't mind using it. It would probably piss House off even more. Foreman knew he shouldn't say it. House would hate that Foreman was using it against him, but he felt too smug to keep his mouth shut. "Or I'll tickle you for them."