Oct 03, 2006 02:16
He was late. Not that that was a big surprise; House hadn't expected Foreman home on time, not after earlier. Especially since he hadn't done anything to clarify he was more frustrated than upset.
So House heated leftovers for himself and watched baseball as he ate, only half-interested in the game. Foreman better not do anything stupid, like get himself killed.
The game ended, and still no Foreman. House switched it off and moved on to the piano, but after a little more than an hour, his leg was bitching and the music wasn't flowing naturally. That led to the old standby of scouring medical journals for anything possibly useful to him, leg stretched out on the couch while he waited. He could keep that up for a while.