Foreman seemed--if House was reading him right--uncomfortable. Guarded. Well, when was Foreman not guarded, but, right now, he seemed especially so. Too quiet. House didn't know Foreman not to jump at the chance at a come-back, at proving he could one-up him and play his game, best him, and House couldn't help but feel suspicious over Foreman's silence. He had even more specific suspicions, too, considering Foreman had gotten quiet after House had found his condoms, which meant they were significant somehow. Or House's reaction had somehow been significant.
He peered at the restaurant, finally spotting Thirteen. With a woman. Nice. House's thoughts strayed from Foreman for a moment, noticing how Thirteen seemed to be very friendly with her companion, and watched for some indication that they knew each other...intimately. Or wanted to. Although, it was more than enough that House had seen her out, on a lunch date, with another woman. More than enough fodder against her at work, and he couldn't wait to broadcast her business all over the conference room.
He found his thoughts straying back to Foreman as he watched Thirteen, realizations slowly, almost imperceptibly falling into place. He looked from Thirteen to Foreman, making sure to invade Foreman's space even more, leaning over the shifter. Oh, this was good, he thought, and wondered how far he could push without revealing anything himself.
"And, you're suggesting that you would?" he asked, trying to be as dismissive and arrogant as possible. "Foreman, not taking the safe route. Not covering his ass." House paused for emphasis, just for fun, make the shot even more worth it, letting Foreman get an idea of his suspicions. "Yeah, I'd love to see that."
When it came right down to it, a part of him would. Foreman spent so much time playing it safe, not taking a risk when it counted, and he'd be interested to see how far he would go to prove him wrong. About something this personal. Something Foreman had managed to hide all throughout his fellowship. House actually had to privately give him props for that, but it was time for the truth to come out, because this was too good. If he got it out, it would be a two-for-one kind of day, and he'd have some great ammunition against Thirteen and Foreman. More than he'd hoped for; he'd almost given up on getting anything decent on Foreman, besides his juvenile record. Even better for himself if he could keep the attention away from himself. Keep his own secret from Foreman--although, now that he was thinking about it, he wasn't sure he wanted to, almost wanting to take selfish advantage of it all--but expose Foreman's.
"You know, I'm curious," he said, leaning even farther into Foreman's space. Now that he had some strong suspicions, that some pieces were falling into place, he was going to push, torture Foreman enough to stress the truth right out of him. Best way to do that, he thought, was to get right to the point. "How you were so sure about Thirteen. Now, I could chalk that up to unparalleled arrogance, some kind of desire to be like me. Or maybe it's something else." He let a smug grin slowly spread across his face. "What do you think?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the restaurant. "Maybe you really are speaking for experience. Maybe it has less to do with some keen powers of observation and more to do with your desire to do me."
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He peered at the restaurant, finally spotting Thirteen. With a woman. Nice. House's thoughts strayed from Foreman for a moment, noticing how Thirteen seemed to be very friendly with her companion, and watched for some indication that they knew each other...intimately. Or wanted to. Although, it was more than enough that House had seen her out, on a lunch date, with another woman. More than enough fodder against her at work, and he couldn't wait to broadcast her business all over the conference room.
He found his thoughts straying back to Foreman as he watched Thirteen, realizations slowly, almost imperceptibly falling into place. He looked from Thirteen to Foreman, making sure to invade Foreman's space even more, leaning over the shifter. Oh, this was good, he thought, and wondered how far he could push without revealing anything himself.
"And, you're suggesting that you would?" he asked, trying to be as dismissive and arrogant as possible. "Foreman, not taking the safe route. Not covering his ass." House paused for emphasis, just for fun, make the shot even more worth it, letting Foreman get an idea of his suspicions. "Yeah, I'd love to see that."
When it came right down to it, a part of him would. Foreman spent so much time playing it safe, not taking a risk when it counted, and he'd be interested to see how far he would go to prove him wrong. About something this personal. Something Foreman had managed to hide all throughout his fellowship. House actually had to privately give him props for that, but it was time for the truth to come out, because this was too good. If he got it out, it would be a two-for-one kind of day, and he'd have some great ammunition against Thirteen and Foreman. More than he'd hoped for; he'd almost given up on getting anything decent on Foreman, besides his juvenile record. Even better for himself if he could keep the attention away from himself. Keep his own secret from Foreman--although, now that he was thinking about it, he wasn't sure he wanted to, almost wanting to take selfish advantage of it all--but expose Foreman's.
"You know, I'm curious," he said, leaning even farther into Foreman's space. Now that he had some strong suspicions, that some pieces were falling into place, he was going to push, torture Foreman enough to stress the truth right out of him. Best way to do that, he thought, was to get right to the point. "How you were so sure about Thirteen. Now, I could chalk that up to unparalleled arrogance, some kind of desire to be like me. Or maybe it's something else." He let a smug grin slowly spread across his face. "What do you think?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the restaurant. "Maybe you really are speaking for experience. Maybe it has less to do with some keen powers of observation and more to do with your desire to do me."