Foreman didn't hesitate to defend himself, to tell him more details of this dinner that he didn't want to hear about. Of course Foreman had blown Marty off. It wasn't an important subject. Not even important enough to utter more than two words about: it's complicated. House didn't want it broadcast to the world, but maybe if Foreman had been a little more generous with his details, Marty would have taken his surprise out on Foreman, probably wouldn't have been a prick about it. But he didn't want to hear about Marty. He backtracked instead to Foreman's earlier comments, eyeing Foreman carefully. "So what did you come here for? Just to piss me off? Just to exact a little revenge for what I did in your car last week?" House wouldn't be surprised. He tried to stand up straight against the car, not quite managing it. His head was light and his feet felt like they kept getting in the way of each other, in the way of his cane. His leg hurt, starting grabbing for his attention shortly after he left the restaurant. He already felt pissed off, not sure if he was angrier at Foreman or Marty, but Foreman's dig at him and the scarcity of his friends made anger boil up to the surface all over again. Now Foreman was doing it, following Marty's example and ridiculing him.
"And at least my one friend doesn't try to break up my relationships. He wouldn't fucking humiliate you like it was a God damn sport. He'd be happy that I had--" House had to step forward to take hold of Foreman's tie to jerk him forward. The momentum of Foreman's body pushed House backward until he collided with his car with a grunt, and if Foreman hadn't ended up pinning him, pressed hard against him, House would have lost his balance and collapsed onto the pavement. He was able to keep hold of the tie, his other hand abandoning his cane on the hood of his car to pull Foreman's head down to kiss him. He didn't give a damn who was watching--he almost hoped that Marty was watching, but he couldn't tell. House kissed hard, sloppily. Biting on Foreman's lip. Sweeping his tongue along Foreman's. Breath coming out hard through his nose as he angled his head for one last wet swipe of his tongue. He pulled back, letting his hands drop as he finished, "Somebody to do that with."
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"And at least my one friend doesn't try to break up my relationships. He wouldn't fucking humiliate you like it was a God damn sport. He'd be happy that I had--" House had to step forward to take hold of Foreman's tie to jerk him forward. The momentum of Foreman's body pushed House backward until he collided with his car with a grunt, and if Foreman hadn't ended up pinning him, pressed hard against him, House would have lost his balance and collapsed onto the pavement. He was able to keep hold of the tie, his other hand abandoning his cane on the hood of his car to pull Foreman's head down to kiss him. He didn't give a damn who was watching--he almost hoped that Marty was watching, but he couldn't tell. House kissed hard, sloppily. Biting on Foreman's lip. Sweeping his tongue along Foreman's. Breath coming out hard through his nose as he angled his head for one last wet swipe of his tongue. He pulled back, letting his hands drop as he finished, "Somebody to do that with."