"I didn't ask why. I asked how," House said, unsatisfied with Wilson's answer. There had to be a reason why Wilson had found out Foreman's address. Wilson and Foreman barely had conversations to begin with, never mind ones that included the casual dropping of Foreman's address, so that couldn't have been it. Somebody might have told him, but House couldn't imagine who. Cuddy would know where Foreman lived, could easily look it up in the paperwork, and House could see how she'd have a reason to consult Foreman's employee file after the incident last week. "Did Cuddy tell you?"
House didn't make a move to get out of the car yet, but still ignored Wilson's remarks. Yeah, surprising, he thought. It had come as a hell of a surprise to him, too. This hadn't been something he'd planned on, but Wilson didn't need to know that. He seemed to know enough already. Wilson's suggestion, even though House refused to answer it, made him consider the possibility of breaking in, just to see if Foreman really had followed through on contacting Nathan. House had a key. Confirming this would be easy enough, even if Foreman was home. He could probably get hold of Foreman's phone before Foreman kicked him out, so he could satisfy the part of himself that was curious. And he could shove it in Foreman's face that he was right. At least he would have that satisfaction. Plus he would get Wilson to shut up, and, for a little while, stop asking questions.
"Good," House said, unlocking his door and opening it. He might rouse Wilson's suspicions, seeming as though he was agreeing this easily. But at least House could still ditch Wilson if he got uncooperative again, now that they were stopped and he was half-hanging out the door anyway. "Good idea. Hand over my keys." House held his hand out. "I don't need to break in. And you could get out of here. I don't need your getaway car."
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Date: 2009-04-07 09:58 am (UTC)House didn't make a move to get out of the car yet, but still ignored Wilson's remarks. Yeah, surprising, he thought. It had come as a hell of a surprise to him, too. This hadn't been something he'd planned on, but Wilson didn't need to know that. He seemed to know enough already. Wilson's suggestion, even though House refused to answer it, made him consider the possibility of breaking in, just to see if Foreman really had followed through on contacting Nathan. House had a key. Confirming this would be easy enough, even if Foreman was home. He could probably get hold of Foreman's phone before Foreman kicked him out, so he could satisfy the part of himself that was curious. And he could shove it in Foreman's face that he was right. At least he would have that satisfaction. Plus he would get Wilson to shut up, and, for a little while, stop asking questions.
"Good," House said, unlocking his door and opening it. He might rouse Wilson's suspicions, seeming as though he was agreeing this easily. But at least House could still ditch Wilson if he got uncooperative again, now that they were stopped and he was half-hanging out the door anyway. "Good idea. Hand over my keys." House held his hand out. "I don't need to break in. And you could get out of here. I don't need your getaway car."