House was surprised that Foreman let him keep looking through his phone. Maybe there really was nothing to be found, House thought, not quite believing it. If Foreman could meet with Marty as revenge, he could contact his old boyfriend to make it worse. But House stopped, closing the phone to stare at Foreman, hating to acknowledge his point, but he was right. Foreman could have deleted anything he wanted, but then...he wasn't sure why Foreman would tell him all of that if he'd actually deleted anything. To mess with his head? To make him look somewhere else and amuse himself with setting House on a goose-chase?

"You're right," House said, throwing Foreman's phone into the garbage can, hard enough to make it sink through some of the trash. "I can't trust you or your phone, since you do a stand-up job of making plans with potential employers-slash-matchmakers just to piss me off. Or maybe it wasn't to piss me off. Maybe it was because you were actually interested." House leaned on his cane and stared at Foreman, feeling the tug to leave, but he still didn't have a good enough answer. He knew he probably wouldn't get one--at least not until he can peek at Foreman's phone bill next month, but by then who the hell knew where Foreman would be?