Foreman's words made it clear that he didn't quite understand what made House interested in him, but introspection wasn't really necessary. Foreman would be who he was, would fight him and argue with him, and not let him walk all over him--same as always--and House didn't need to specify that those qualities were what pulled him toward Foreman in the first place, even before this ridiculous, convoluted mess of a relationship. So Foreman was partly right, at least he was right when it came to this; he didn't want Foreman to change. He wasn't about to spill all that, though, especially not when Foreman seemed to get most of the picture. Silence would be confirmation enough, and he kept driving. He glanced at the dashboard clock; he wondered if there was much use going in at all. Foreman seemed to grab that thought out of his brain and say it out loud, and House turned his head quickly to look at him.
"You? Play hooky?" House flapped his lips with a fast exhale of disbelief, but he was already giving it some thought. The fellows probably would figure this out--especially Taub, the observant and dry little Jewish bastard--but they would definitely figure it out if they didn't show up at all. Wilson and Cuddy would, too. House had never missed a day of work, even when the pain was bad, and if he tried to use that as an excuse, he knew he'd sound off alarm bells in their heads. Wilson was already suspicious, and it wouldn't take him long to put together the strange briefcase with the fact that Foreman was also missing. They'd know something was up. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. House turned the car onto a main street, heading for Foreman's apartment again as he shook his head, tsk-ing. "I can't believe you're making me be the responsible one."
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Date: 2009-03-20 07:13 pm (UTC)"You? Play hooky?" House flapped his lips with a fast exhale of disbelief, but he was already giving it some thought. The fellows probably would figure this out--especially Taub, the observant and dry little Jewish bastard--but they would definitely figure it out if they didn't show up at all. Wilson and Cuddy would, too. House had never missed a day of work, even when the pain was bad, and if he tried to use that as an excuse, he knew he'd sound off alarm bells in their heads. Wilson was already suspicious, and it wouldn't take him long to put together the strange briefcase with the fact that Foreman was also missing. They'd know something was up. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. House turned the car onto a main street, heading for Foreman's apartment again as he shook his head, tsk-ing. "I can't believe you're making me be the responsible one."