[It's really not going to get any better as House sighs in quiet contentment to himself, washing out the shampoo and scrubbing himself with the soap. Everywhere.]

He's... caught a few mistakes. Made a hell of a lot more, but he has decent ideas when we're doing our DDX's. Foreman's the one I... [He trails off. He's thought this, but it's nothing he's actually said out-loud.] He's my neurologist. He used to break into cars when he was a kid. Ended up top of his class. Bright guy. Kind of an ambitious dick. Incredibly argumentative. [There's a smile on his lips and in his voice.] If he thought he was right and I was wrong on a diagnosis, he'd spend all night in the lab running tests trying to prove it or undercut me. Handy when we get off track. He's good for breaking into patient houses, too. So, you get the whole package.

[House runs the soap lower, across his belly and slows his movements as he looks down, remembering Will's fingers brushing there, just beneath the hem of his shirt. Okay, stay focused on the fellows. Out, out other thoughts!]