House's attention shifted back and forth between their mission and Foreman's interesting, poorly veiled reaction to his condom-discovery, once Foreman parked the car. Foreman hadn't said a word, which shouldn't have happened if there wasn't something more to these condoms than just condoms. House couldn't help but be intrigued, for a few reasons he'd never be admitting to Foreman in the span of this stalking escapade.
When Foreman finally opened his mouth, he sounded pissier than a woman with too many raging, ferocious hormones. House raised his eyebrows. "So we can get to real fun, you mean?"
House knew he was pushing, and he wanted to be careful not to push too hard and raise red flags in Foreman's mind. Stay casual, crude, his normal self. Normal jokes, so as not to raise some kind of suspicion. Keep the focus off himself, like he'd done for the last four years. Simple. He looked at Foreman with mock-sympathy. "Aw, did all this big-boy talk make you uncomfortable?"
He turned his head back to peer across the street, trying to see into the windows of the restaurant, before Foreman replied, but kept his ears open as he scanned the people at the tables.
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Date: 2008-11-03 03:30 am (UTC)When Foreman finally opened his mouth, he sounded pissier than a woman with too many raging, ferocious hormones. House raised his eyebrows. "So we can get to real fun, you mean?"
House knew he was pushing, and he wanted to be careful not to push too hard and raise red flags in Foreman's mind. Stay casual, crude, his normal self. Normal jokes, so as not to raise some kind of suspicion. Keep the focus off himself, like he'd done for the last four years. Simple. He looked at Foreman with mock-sympathy. "Aw, did all this big-boy talk make you uncomfortable?"
He turned his head back to peer across the street, trying to see into the windows of the restaurant, before Foreman replied, but kept his ears open as he scanned the people at the tables.