Peering up at the back of Foreman's head, House grinned when he spoke, inviting him to the ketchup in the bag, too, a resigned tone in his voice. "Aww," House sing-songed, stuffing a couple fries into his mouth. "No sad faces. Feeding me's like a privilege. You should be flattered."
House squeezed some ketchup onto a few fries, and he glanced at Foreman as a drop of it fell onto the seat. Foreman hadn't noticed. House made no move to clean it up, scooting farther away from it, feeling vindictive and silently taking credit for the accident. His mouth was full when Foreman demanded he navigate, and House spoke before he swallowed. "Go right." He reached into his pocket, grabbed the directions, and summarized. "Turn left on Linden. Right onto Guyot. We're looking for 632."
Because of some snooping he'd done in Thirteen's bag, he'd discovered that she had afternoon plans--a lunch date, apparently--and would probably be gone for an hour or two. It would give them some time to browse, maybe happen across a useful piece of information, something House could use. He finished off the fries by the time Foreman turned onto Guyot, and he started on the fritter. A dab of filling leaked onto his hand, and he wiped it beside the drying ketchup on the seat.
"Why did you show up?" House asked, unable to contain the question. "You couldn't have thought there was an actual emergency. Bored? All out of hobbies? All out of friends?"
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House squeezed some ketchup onto a few fries, and he glanced at Foreman as a drop of it fell onto the seat. Foreman hadn't noticed. House made no move to clean it up, scooting farther away from it, feeling vindictive and silently taking credit for the accident. His mouth was full when Foreman demanded he navigate, and House spoke before he swallowed. "Go right." He reached into his pocket, grabbed the directions, and summarized. "Turn left on Linden. Right onto Guyot. We're looking for 632."
Because of some snooping he'd done in Thirteen's bag, he'd discovered that she had afternoon plans--a lunch date, apparently--and would probably be gone for an hour or two. It would give them some time to browse, maybe happen across a useful piece of information, something House could use. He finished off the fries by the time Foreman turned onto Guyot, and he started on the fritter. A dab of filling leaked onto his hand, and he wiped it beside the drying ketchup on the seat.
"Why did you show up?" House asked, unable to contain the question. "You couldn't have thought there was an actual emergency. Bored? All out of hobbies? All out of friends?"