House wasn't sure what he'd expected--maybe a snort, or a silent eye-roll--but he hadn't quite expected Foreman to suggest alternate and improved-upon ideas for edible body coverings. His mouth twitched--almost a grin, but House didn't let it spread. He'd only been able to make that joke in the first place because Foreman had given him that damn shampoo, and he wasn't going to smile about that. ATVs were flying and exploding all over the place on the TV screen, and House tried to focus on that. And his food. After that, he wasn't sure what he would do. Hang around and annoy Foreman some more? Crash in Foreman's bed? He didn't know what the hell Foreman did for fun around here. His best guess was nothing, since Foreman seemed to have a pretty sad concept of 'fun'.
House set his plate down on the coffee table after he finished, almost forgetting that Foreman was still standing behind him until Foreman piped up. Foreman spoke with a casual tone, but House didn't miss the implied invitation. He kept looking at the TV, thinking over the offer. He might as well take Foreman up on it. It wasn't like he had anything waiting for him at home, besides his own normal scented shampoo, and Foreman had free food. Or he would. When House ordered it. With Foreman's credit card. Wings, the ultimate football food. Plus Foreman had a bigger TV. Way better for watching games. Good enough reason for him.
Before House could answer, he heard Foreman leave the room, go back into the kitchen. House didn't bother turning or shouting after him; Foreman would catch on to the fact that he was sticking around when he didn't try to leave. For now, he kept watching TV, flipping through the channels as he swung his legs onto the couch to stretch out, shoving one of the throw pillows under his right knee without much thought. It felt less and less weird, being at Foreman's place, when he knew that Foreman wasn't intent on kicking him out, and he let himself lean back and relax against the couch, sipping occasionally at his beer.
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Date: 2009-05-16 05:37 am (UTC)House set his plate down on the coffee table after he finished, almost forgetting that Foreman was still standing behind him until Foreman piped up. Foreman spoke with a casual tone, but House didn't miss the implied invitation. He kept looking at the TV, thinking over the offer. He might as well take Foreman up on it. It wasn't like he had anything waiting for him at home, besides his own normal scented shampoo, and Foreman had free food. Or he would. When House ordered it. With Foreman's credit card. Wings, the ultimate football food. Plus Foreman had a bigger TV. Way better for watching games. Good enough reason for him.
Before House could answer, he heard Foreman leave the room, go back into the kitchen. House didn't bother turning or shouting after him; Foreman would catch on to the fact that he was sticking around when he didn't try to leave. For now, he kept watching TV, flipping through the channels as he swung his legs onto the couch to stretch out, shoving one of the throw pillows under his right knee without much thought. It felt less and less weird, being at Foreman's place, when he knew that Foreman wasn't intent on kicking him out, and he let himself lean back and relax against the couch, sipping occasionally at his beer.