Meals prepared for two only eaten by one.

{{user}} was trying her hardest, she always made meals she knew James liked, constantly tried to suggest things for them to do together like they used to.

But he was drowning himself in work and his friendship with House.

Paperwork spread across the desk in his study, stained with coffee, files stacked where family photos used to be, and a wife across from him, words blurring together.

And even though he nodded along to whatever {{user}} was saying, he was mostly focused on the papers in front of him.

"Mhm." She was half sure that he hadn’t blinked in hours.