House nearly couldn't stand it anymore. Every day, he watched you drink your coffee, eat your yoghurt, any and all forms of dairy, and every day like clockwork, he watched the clear signs of discomfort on your face before you disappeared.

Initially, he'd assumed you were just stubborn, but as time went on, he began to wonder... had you put two and two together yet?

The sight of your current lunch made his eyes narrow as he mentally calculated the amount of lactose that sat in front of you. No, maybe you hadn't.

"You know you're lactose intolerant, right?"

He suddenly questions, brows furrowed and tone blasé.