[So that could have turned out better. Clayton stands as soon as Beckett does, at first to give him some room to move if he desperately needed it, but later so he can side-step what was on its way to being a mess all over his cherished snow boots. He hisses in sympathy and is already moving in to help as soon as it looks like Beckett's done heaving.]

Alright, alright, that's fine...jus' sit down fer a bit 'til I clean this up, bud. I'll get you some water.

[Clayton would advise him to lie down instead, but the area he could have done that in is now compromised. He grimaces, realizing that all he has to clean with is some dish soap and a couple towels that he'll never be able to use again after this, and is just about to reach down and pull one out of his boot when House gets his attention.]

Hmm--? [He turns with his arms already out to catch the offered roll of paper towels, apparently on instinct, and captures them cleanly when House gets around to throwing them.] --Yeah, thanks. Wouldn't want you t' strain nothin'...

[The puke really doesn't seem to bother him at all. Clayton's lying out the paper towels with the toe of his boot primarily so he can focus on putting away the cough syrup and switching it out for a bottle of water. He keeps it captive until Beckett cooperates and sits down again.]