Foreman's edginess tightened another notch when Marty leaned forward to put his hand on House's sleeve. He wasn't threatened by Marty touching House in the least, but he knew Marty was aware of how much of a condescending prick he was being. He was taunting House for no good reason. The fact that he'd figured out that Foreman was with him must have made him curious, but instead of asking questions or even attempting to be happy for Foreman, whether he understood or not, he was sneering at House. Foreman didn't remember him being such an asshole the last time he was here, but Marty's snide suggestions that House didn't understand John Henry Giles' case might have laid the groundwork for this. House had humiliated Marty, and Marty was taking the opportunity to get his revenge. Foreman could actually feel sorry for House, who looked like he was making plans to murder Marty and bury the body. "Cut it out," Foreman told Marty. He was furious with House for tracking him down, but he wasn't interested in laughing at him, and by extension, at himself. "Leave it alone."
"No, no, this is interesting," Marty said. "How long have you two been together? Was this why you came back to Princeton-Plainsboro?"
"No," Foreman barked. He glared at House, as if he might believe that. Foreman had never wanted to come back to Princeton, certainly not for House's sake. Just because he'd rediscovered his enjoyment of diagnostics did not mean he'd been fucking pining for House. Their relationship had been as much a surprise to him as it apparently had been to House. Christ, he fucking hated having to defend it, even obliquely. Foreman rolled his eyes when House filled his glass for the third time, and grabbed the bottle, setting it on his side of the table.
Marty's grin widened at House's invitation for them to catch up. "Nathan was at the hospital benefit last month," he said to Foreman, his eyes twinkling. "He was asking about you." Marty raised his eyebrows, as if inviting Foreman to comment on his relationship, or hoping that House would pick up on it. Foreman retreated to stony silence, hating that House would pick up on it, no matter how much he'd been drinking. "Eric and Nathan were very close," Marty confided in House, the if you know what I mean practically dripping off his words.
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"No, no, this is interesting," Marty said. "How long have you two been together? Was this why you came back to Princeton-Plainsboro?"
"No," Foreman barked. He glared at House, as if he might believe that. Foreman had never wanted to come back to Princeton, certainly not for House's sake. Just because he'd rediscovered his enjoyment of diagnostics did not mean he'd been fucking pining for House. Their relationship had been as much a surprise to him as it apparently had been to House. Christ, he fucking hated having to defend it, even obliquely. Foreman rolled his eyes when House filled his glass for the third time, and grabbed the bottle, setting it on his side of the table.
Marty's grin widened at House's invitation for them to catch up. "Nathan was at the hospital benefit last month," he said to Foreman, his eyes twinkling. "He was asking about you." Marty raised his eyebrows, as if inviting Foreman to comment on his relationship, or hoping that House would pick up on it. Foreman retreated to stony silence, hating that House would pick up on it, no matter how much he'd been drinking. "Eric and Nathan were very close," Marty confided in House, the if you know what I mean practically dripping off his words.