Foreman nearly smacked himself on the forehead the moment the words were out of his mouth--he should have known House was going to take him up on his words. Worse than that. He had known, and he'd said it anyway. He had to rile House up, to be the one who was right.
He locked the apartment door and hurried after House. "No way," he said as House slammed out of the apartment building. He was so intent on catching up he barely noticed traffic, forcing a car to stop for him and thumping on its hood when it honked at him. "This is insane. You're going to get us caught."
They stopped, House once again staring at him over the roof of the car, with a grin that meant nothing but chaos. Foreman could feel his heart beating a little faster than usual, something he usually associated with House acting crazy, something that shouldn't be fun. "What the hell are you going to say when she sees you?" he said. "You're not exactly inconspicuous."
Even as he said it, though, he was unlocking the car and getting in behind the wheel. It was the only distraction that would keep House out of his personal life. He'd been playing with fire too much recently. He blamed New York--for the first time in years, he'd felt like maybe he could stretch himself, act without imagining House staring over his shoulder.
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Date: 2008-10-31 07:34 am (UTC)He locked the apartment door and hurried after House. "No way," he said as House slammed out of the apartment building. He was so intent on catching up he barely noticed traffic, forcing a car to stop for him and thumping on its hood when it honked at him. "This is insane. You're going to get us caught."
They stopped, House once again staring at him over the roof of the car, with a grin that meant nothing but chaos. Foreman could feel his heart beating a little faster than usual, something he usually associated with House acting crazy, something that shouldn't be fun. "What the hell are you going to say when she sees you?" he said. "You're not exactly inconspicuous."
Even as he said it, though, he was unlocking the car and getting in behind the wheel. It was the only distraction that would keep House out of his personal life. He'd been playing with fire too much recently. He blamed New York--for the first time in years, he'd felt like maybe he could stretch himself, act without imagining House staring over his shoulder.