House continued driving as Foreman reached for his phone; his was in his pocket--turned off--and he wasn't about to check. He already knew the possibilities, and, at this point, anything any of them had to say didn't matter. After Wilson had left, they'd all probably given up anyway. House reached for the radio, flipping through the stations, when Foreman spoke again. "Excuse me for not enjoying it when my personal life is spread all over the hospital," he said, settling on a radio station. As much as House liked to pry into everyone else's personal lives, he didn't make their lives the talk of the hospital. He did it to learn. Learn valuable things about his potential team members. The important things. He already knew they were decent enough doctors. The medical chops really weren't what he was interested in; if it was, he would have been able to choose three based on resumes. But he was interested in things that could only be found through prying. When other people pried into his life, the goal seemed to be embarrassment, some kind of nosy harassment. In Wilson and Cuddy's case, it seemed to go along the lines of "doing what was best for him", as if he couldn't decide for himself. He didn't owe any of these people anything, especially his fellows. He wasn't the one trying to impress anyone, or land a job. So, no, nobody needed to find out about this. It wasn't for them to know.
They were close to the apartment when Foreman began spouting a potential cover story. Would have been great if it wasn't a reminder of the incident surrounding Marty's phone call, which House still hadn't forgotten about, and was still wary about. As a story, it worked. Well, he'd have to twist it if Wilson asked, which he would, House was sure, but he could work out the details later. "Yeah, because you sure as hell wouldn't tell me if you actually did have a job interview." With Marty. For a job in L.A., he wanted to add, but he figured Foreman could fill in the blanks himself. Outside the apartment, House stopped the car and got out. He hated that he still felt pissed off about that, that there were lingering questions that were still unanswered. He hated even more that he found himself going along with the idea of participating in Foreman's excuse. Of course, there was no reason why he wouldn't be able to embellish on a few details, make Foreman's interview seem less than stellar on his part. He stopped beside the main door of the building, waiting for Foreman and said loud enough for him to hear, almost disappointed that he knew he was right. "She'd probably buy it, though."
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Date: 2009-03-21 12:51 am (UTC)They were close to the apartment when Foreman began spouting a potential cover story. Would have been great if it wasn't a reminder of the incident surrounding Marty's phone call, which House still hadn't forgotten about, and was still wary about. As a story, it worked. Well, he'd have to twist it if Wilson asked, which he would, House was sure, but he could work out the details later. "Yeah, because you sure as hell wouldn't tell me if you actually did have a job interview." With Marty. For a job in L.A., he wanted to add, but he figured Foreman could fill in the blanks himself. Outside the apartment, House stopped the car and got out. He hated that he still felt pissed off about that, that there were lingering questions that were still unanswered. He hated even more that he found himself going along with the idea of participating in Foreman's excuse. Of course, there was no reason why he wouldn't be able to embellish on a few details, make Foreman's interview seem less than stellar on his part. He stopped beside the main door of the building, waiting for Foreman and said loud enough for him to hear, almost disappointed that he knew he was right. "She'd probably buy it, though."