"Would you--" Foreman tried to get a hand in House's way, stopping him from getting into the glovebox, but House was already gleefully throwing all his papers around, into Foreman's lap and letting them slip to the floor. "Stop that." Foreman slammed on the brakes, fortunately before he'd even cleared his parking space. He'd nearly pulled out into traffic while House reached into the glove compartment again and this time came out with a handful of condoms.
Foreman clenched his jaw, caught between anger and humiliation. It wasn't like House wouldn't have any condoms around his place, if Foreman, for some insane reason, decided he wanted to snoop. It wasn't unusual, it wasn't even out of place for him to have them. He was a responsible fucking adult. He wanted to yell again, tell House to mind his own goddamn business, but four years of watching Cuddy try that tactic had taught him better--hell, one case after coming back to Princeton had reinforced the lesson all over again. The only way to deal with House was to throw his own bullshit right back at him and catch him off-balance. Otherwise House was just going on, with no end in sight to his mockery.
"Burgers and a break-in is not subtle," Foreman said tightly, definitely not looking at House, checking his mirrors and peeling out into a miniscule break in traffic. "Now am I going to fuck you, or are you going to tell me where the hell we're going?"
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Date: 2008-11-01 05:59 am (UTC)Foreman clenched his jaw, caught between anger and humiliation. It wasn't like House wouldn't have any condoms around his place, if Foreman, for some insane reason, decided he wanted to snoop. It wasn't unusual, it wasn't even out of place for him to have them. He was a responsible fucking adult. He wanted to yell again, tell House to mind his own goddamn business, but four years of watching Cuddy try that tactic had taught him better--hell, one case after coming back to Princeton had reinforced the lesson all over again. The only way to deal with House was to throw his own bullshit right back at him and catch him off-balance. Otherwise House was just going on, with no end in sight to his mockery.
"Burgers and a break-in is not subtle," Foreman said tightly, definitely not looking at House, checking his mirrors and peeling out into a miniscule break in traffic. "Now am I going to fuck you, or are you going to tell me where the hell we're going?"