Returning to her office from the basement containment center, Cuddy let the door slam behind her. A childish maneuver, but right now she could care less. She really did consider Foreman a friend; that was a big part of why she was feeling so guilty. She thought of all of House's fellows as friends; it was just those three, Wilson and her against House's insanity and narcissism. And she needed any help she could get.
Secretly she liked Foreman the best of the three – he stood up to House the most consistently, and was a competent neurologist, despite House's frequent comments about his lack of skill. Cameron was a good doctor too, but her neediness and her schoolgirl crush on House left Cuddy a little nauseated. And after that comment tonight maybe Dr. Cameron would enjoy a few months of clinic duty to cool off. Chase, well Chase was pretty. But House intimidated him, which was readily apparent with practically every patient they treated. Chase needed approval like oxygen, and he would never get it from House.
She put her head in her hands and wondered if she'd ever had opinions about people that didn't somehow relate back to House.