When Foreman spoke, House paused his drumming and glanced back at Foreman. He couldn't remember saying that, but it sounded like him. It was true that Foreman was better when he argued. Well, not always, like now. House started drumming again, giving it some thought, but not intending to reply. Before he could get very far, Foreman suddenly reached across the shifter, stuck the key back in the ignition, and declared that House had won. Well, that was too easy.
House quirked an eyebrow at him, turning the key to turn on the car, and started looking around. The reason for Foreman's sudden change of heart was obvious when House glanced in the rear-view mirror. Another car had stopped behind them, and Foreman didn't want him to cause problems. Of course. This called for a change of plan. He'd been hoping to floor it again, squeal through the intersection, but now that seemed like he'd almost be giving Foreman what he wanted--a speedy drive to his place, then to work, no holding up traffic. The opposite, while it wouldn't give Foreman a heart attack, would still probably annoy him, and would be fun in other ways. So, shifting the car into 'drive', House responded with a wide closed-mouth grin, and started to crawl through the intersection when the light turned green. Foreman could probably get out and push the car faster.
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Date: 2009-03-19 08:00 am (UTC)House quirked an eyebrow at him, turning the key to turn on the car, and started looking around. The reason for Foreman's sudden change of heart was obvious when House glanced in the rear-view mirror. Another car had stopped behind them, and Foreman didn't want him to cause problems. Of course. This called for a change of plan. He'd been hoping to floor it again, squeal through the intersection, but now that seemed like he'd almost be giving Foreman what he wanted--a speedy drive to his place, then to work, no holding up traffic. The opposite, while it wouldn't give Foreman a heart attack, would still probably annoy him, and would be fun in other ways. So, shifting the car into 'drive', House responded with a wide closed-mouth grin, and started to crawl through the intersection when the light turned green. Foreman could probably get out and push the car faster.