Foreman finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist. From the way House was leaning against the door, he intended to trap them both here until he got the answers he wanted. Foreman scoffed at House's party suggestion, but at least it confirmed that neither of them wanted their relationship to become public. "And I was looking forward to seeing Cameron's face," he said. It was reassuring, anyway, that House wouldn't be making any announcements just to see his fellows' jaws drop.
Since House wasn't letting him out of the bathroom, Foreman reached for his anti-perspirant and rolled it on, then got out his shaving gel. He glanced at the mirror, catching House's eyes. "Did you really want me to start analysing this?" he asked, feeling uneasy at the thought. He didn't really have a reason. The sex could be amazing, but Foreman wasn't usually led around by his dick. So far, House hadn't been more of a jackass than usual, but even the regular amounts should have been more than enough to make most people dump him. Foreman finished spreading the gel on his cheeks and picked up his razor, turning his face to start shaving. If he was being rational, he should listen to House. Do what was best for his career. He could wait out the hospital administrators who only saw one risky decision, and find one who wanted him for the fact that he'd been right. Everything he was doing with House would endanger that. House was pretty much telling him he was being stupid. But when Foreman thought about just stopping, going back to the way things were, his stomach clenched unpleasantly. Foreman frowned as he rinsed the razor under the tap and asked, "Is this supposed to be a 'dumping you for your own good' speech?"
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Date: 2009-03-22 05:56 pm (UTC)Since House wasn't letting him out of the bathroom, Foreman reached for his anti-perspirant and rolled it on, then got out his shaving gel. He glanced at the mirror, catching House's eyes. "Did you really want me to start analysing this?" he asked, feeling uneasy at the thought. He didn't really have a reason. The sex could be amazing, but Foreman wasn't usually led around by his dick. So far, House hadn't been more of a jackass than usual, but even the regular amounts should have been more than enough to make most people dump him. Foreman finished spreading the gel on his cheeks and picked up his razor, turning his face to start shaving. If he was being rational, he should listen to House. Do what was best for his career. He could wait out the hospital administrators who only saw one risky decision, and find one who wanted him for the fact that he'd been right. Everything he was doing with House would endanger that. House was pretty much telling him he was being stupid. But when Foreman thought about just stopping, going back to the way things were, his stomach clenched unpleasantly. Foreman frowned as he rinsed the razor under the tap and asked, "Is this supposed to be a 'dumping you for your own good' speech?"