[He rubs his head, finally looking at the young man.]

Medicine for it, you mean?

I'd be really grateful for it, though if it's just short-term I'd rather suck it up and start getting used to it. Or at least just learn to keep them well out of the way.

[He shifts his cross and looks at his back. One couldn't see his wings—they were under a black jacket, above a white button-up—but he sure as hell felt them. Might have even seen a dotted outline through ache alone.]