It took every iota of control House had to keep himself seated in the car. He wanted to tuck and roll out of the car; he'd get a cab back to the hospital, but he was too proud to give Foreman the satisfaction of a visible freak-out. He felt relief, though, when Foreman spoke and started the car, seeming as eager to get back to the hospital and out of his company as he was. He wasn't entirely sure what Foreman meant by "this" but he wasn't about to ask.
Once he'd gathered enough of his composure, he kept his mouth shut, refusing to address what had just happened. No need to talk about it. Nothing would come of it. It wouldn't happen again. House turned his head to stare out the window, already working on rationalizations. Maybe even some sort of threat to make sure Foreman kept this to himself. House didn't need anyone picking him apart at work; he did that to everyone else. He might be able to sidetrack people with this new information about Thirteen, but that could open the door for Foreman to let something "slip", just to spite him. He had to be careful.
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Date: 2008-11-07 08:06 am (UTC)Once he'd gathered enough of his composure, he kept his mouth shut, refusing to address what had just happened. No need to talk about it. Nothing would come of it. It wouldn't happen again. House turned his head to stare out the window, already working on rationalizations. Maybe even some sort of threat to make sure Foreman kept this to himself. House didn't need anyone picking him apart at work; he did that to everyone else. He might be able to sidetrack people with this new information about Thirteen, but that could open the door for Foreman to let something "slip", just to spite him. He had to be careful.