House immediately started scanning the room, looking for Foreman's coat, where he'd probably left his phone. He couldn't see it, but he heard noises coming from the hall. Foreman must be here. House steeled himself, refusing to give Foreman any hint that he'd come here with the intent of begging for anything. He met Foreman's eyes for a second when Foreman appeared, approaching him and looking as angry as he felt. Well, Foreman would just have to fucking deal with it, after going out with Marty just to spite him. It was Foreman's turn to be pissed off. House headed toward the kitchen, not even taking off his coat.
"It's more of a challenge when you're actually here," House said, already at the kitchen counter, not looking at Foreman and glaring down at Foreman's phone instead. He flipped it open, starting to browse the menu for the call history, simultaneously dreading what he'd find and feeling the angry satisfaction of being right about Foreman, and Marty, and Nathan. This entire fucked-up agreement, 'relationship', that he'd fallen into, and needed to step out of as soon as he found what he was looking for.
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Date: 2009-04-08 03:45 am (UTC)"It's more of a challenge when you're actually here," House said, already at the kitchen counter, not looking at Foreman and glaring down at Foreman's phone instead. He flipped it open, starting to browse the menu for the call history, simultaneously dreading what he'd find and feeling the angry satisfaction of being right about Foreman, and Marty, and Nathan. This entire fucked-up agreement, 'relationship', that he'd fallen into, and needed to step out of as soon as he found what he was looking for.