House's stare was completely humiliating. Foreman wasn't expecting House to accept his apology, but he wasn't expecting him to acknowledge it, either. The fact that he did was even worse. When House agreed that he'd been unprofessional, whether it was just a stab at revenge or not, Foreman knew that he'd gone too far.
House's last words rang in his ears longer than the slam of the car door. You're not sorry. Foreman let out a disgusted breath. Yeah, the kiss had been...good. He'd liked it. He'd liked making House react, but he knew it wasn't just that. He'd enjoyed it.
Foreman watched House heading for his motorcycle and speeding away, hating him for the way he just never stopped trying to tell people their own problems.
The real problem was, Foreman knew, that House was right.
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Date: 2008-11-07 09:10 am (UTC)House's last words rang in his ears longer than the slam of the car door. You're not sorry. Foreman let out a disgusted breath. Yeah, the kiss had been...good. He'd liked it. He'd liked making House react, but he knew it wasn't just that. He'd enjoyed it.
Foreman watched House heading for his motorcycle and speeding away, hating him for the way he just never stopped trying to tell people their own problems.
The real problem was, Foreman knew, that House was right.