"In other words, you want me irritated with you." Foreman snorted, but he was less amused than he was figuring out House's logic in his head. Or what passed for logic in House's world. Constant irritation wasn't exactly what Foreman wanted in a relationship. With anyone else, House would probably drive them away, and sooner rather than later. Which would explain why he'd been alone for so long. Foreman, though, had proved that he'd come back despite the aggravation. Maybe that passed for devotion in House's mind. "You really can't deal with change." As much as Foreman hated being predictable--right down to the moments when House pricked his pride enough to make him do the unpredictable--it was...nice...that House didn't want him to change. Didn't care if Foreman didn't hide it when he was frustrated. He had no idea how to feel about the fact that he wouldn't have to tone down his anger for House's sake, the way he did around everyone else. House not only expected it, he encouraged it. He provoked it. Foreman shouldn't feel good about that, but it was strangely comfortable to know exactly where he stood.

Foreman turned to look out the window. They'd made it through the intersection, which was something, but now they seemed to be going in the opposite direction of his apartment, unless House had discovered a 'short cut'. "This is stupid," he said. He frowned, wondering if House even cared about what this would look like. In some ways, House could be intensely private, but in others--and Foreman had no idea where the line was drawn--he'd shove his life into his employees' faces. "Your fellows are bright enough to figure this out." Foreman tipped his head back. "We might as well not go in at all at this rate."