This was stupid.

This was really stupid.

Really, really stupid.

House did not do dates.

House did not do relationships.

Which was part of why this was stupid.

It was also stupid because Foreman had no clue if House was interested in his half of the human race—guys.

But he had already sent the email.

He couldn't go and delete it from House's computer, House was sitting in the recliner, reading.

Cameron came in, and sat down at House's computer.

Foreman's eyes widened.

Ooooh shit.

She slowly turned around in the chair, staring at Foreman.

Foreman hid his face behind a book—one he realized too late was upside down.

Cameron got up, and left.

House glanced at her, shrugged to himself, and went back to reading.

Foreman followed Cameron out, ignoring the narrowed blue eyes peeking out from over a journal, watching him closely.

"Are you insane?!"

"No."

"Are you trying to torture yourself?!"

"I've been doing that for the last three years."

"He's never going to let this go. He's going to *tease* you to *death*!"

Foreman shrugged.

"It was a stupid thing to do, ok? But... well, I'm happy I did it. I'd rather know and get teased than spend *another* three years sitting there, not knowing."

They both turned, as the door opened—House must have looked to see what had made Cameron act like she had.

"Go away." he said bluntly, looking at Cameron.

She hesitated.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

She left.

House looked at Foreman.

Foreman flinched.

"I've been expecting this for the past two years. I was getting impatient. Sounds good."

He limped back into his office, and sat in his recliner.

Foreman gaped at him for a moment, then went to get his stuff from the differential room.

He was smiling as he picked up his briefcase and walked out the door.