[Clayton would go with the usual persistent worried badgering route if House hadn't stepped in first. He gets the glare Clayton was saving for Beckett. Not a malicious one, mind; Clayton honestly can't tell if House is just being nosy and intrusive for the sake of being a pest or if he genuinely wants him to help. Maybe because House doesn't want to deal with the aftermath of an even sicker Beckett. Hard to say.]

[Either way, this does give Clayton something to work with. The Look he's giving House softens, he purses his lips in deadpan seriousness and turns back to Beckett with a grimace.]

'Fraid he's right. I have a problem, ain't gonna deny it. Lucky fer you-- [Clayton starts idly pawing through his lunchbox.] --my problem pairs well with the degree. You were lookin' fer cures earlier? Antibiotics?