"We're fucking in the sleep lab?" House asked, calling after Foreman as he started heading for his bedroom. "Snippy," he mumbled to himself once Foreman was out of earshot, still standing in Foreman's living room. Foreman hadn't really answered his question. All he could tell was that Foreman had a problem with getting caught with his pants down. He couldn't know from Foreman's answer whether or not he actually had a problem with hiding all of this. House sure as hell wasn't prepared to spread it around. He wouldn't want to spread any relationship around, but he couldn't help but wonder if Foreman cared as much as he seemed to let on. He hadn't been all that frazzled by the fact that he'd outed him in front of a roomful of fellows. There was only one factor that Foreman would actually be ashamed of, one thing about this that he'd want to keep hidden.

Gripping his shirt in one hand, House made his way into the bathroom, finding Foreman already in the shower, and leaned against the door once he'd closed it. "It's because it's me, isn't it?" he asked, speaking loud enough that Foreman would hear him over the sound of the shower. "It's bad enough that your reputation's been damaged because you worked for me. If people found out that you're sleeping with me, well, you could just kiss the rest of your career goodbye."