Foreman got into the shower and reached for the soap, lathering the morning's sweat and semen off his skin. He rubbed water out of his eyes and looked over his shoulder when he heard House follow him into the bathroom. Of course House wanted to have this conversation when Foreman was naked and cornered. He shook his head, closed his eyes, and turned his face up into the spray, rinsing off quickly.
The hot water couldn't relax him, and Foreman turned the taps off. "Yeah, it's because it's you," he said, the words sounding too loud after the water stopped. House was right. Of course no one should hold it against Foreman who he slept with, but in his field, everybody knew everybody. Gossip was practically a way of life. Foreman had worked hard to be above that kind of thing, and the result was that he was seen as arrogant, even by doctors who practically defined the word. Not enough of a team player. That hadn't helped him when he was looking for a job, either. If he wanted to fight it, he could sue, or threaten to, if it seemed like he was been treated differently because of his relationships. Foreman was fucking tired of fighting that particular fight. He wanted to be known for being a good doctor, not for being the affirmative action hire or that guy who sleeps with House.
Foreman stepped out of the shower and met House's eyes, wondering if he even cared that Foreman hadn't tried to put him off with a lie. He grabbed a towel and started drying off. "Did you want people to know? Because we could throw a party," he said. House had a say in it, no matter what Foreman would prefer. His career was a mess anyway, and he already knew that people were going to find out. All he could really do was as much damage control as possible, before and after the fact.
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The hot water couldn't relax him, and Foreman turned the taps off. "Yeah, it's because it's you," he said, the words sounding too loud after the water stopped. House was right. Of course no one should hold it against Foreman who he slept with, but in his field, everybody knew everybody. Gossip was practically a way of life. Foreman had worked hard to be above that kind of thing, and the result was that he was seen as arrogant, even by doctors who practically defined the word. Not enough of a team player. That hadn't helped him when he was looking for a job, either. If he wanted to fight it, he could sue, or threaten to, if it seemed like he was been treated differently because of his relationships. Foreman was fucking tired of fighting that particular fight. He wanted to be known for being a good doctor, not for being the affirmative action hire or that guy who sleeps with House.
Foreman stepped out of the shower and met House's eyes, wondering if he even cared that Foreman hadn't tried to put him off with a lie. He grabbed a towel and started drying off. "Did you want people to know? Because we could throw a party," he said. House had a say in it, no matter what Foreman would prefer. His career was a mess anyway, and he already knew that people were going to find out. All he could really do was as much damage control as possible, before and after the fact.