Tony rubbed at his throbbing temples as if it was actually going to do something. He knew this one was going to be a bad migraine and that he'd probably spend the next few days locked away in his room with the shades drawn tightly. The only things that helped the migraine was sleep, peace and quiet, and sometimes a few Advil here and there.
He could hear someone approaching before they were even talking to him but Tony didn't bother to look up. Part of him hoped that whoever was coming miraculously had super strength or teleportation abilities and could just whisk him away to his bed. Part of him hoped that whoever was coming would just leave him to his own devices to stumble back to his own room and not have to watch him while he was already wounded. But of course, Tony got neither of those. He actually got something he never would have wished for in a thousand years in that moment.
A small groan escaped him when Mason spoke, mostly because he didn't want to hear that pesky British accent, but also because the volume of his voice was making Tony's head pulsate. None of what Mason had actually suggested got through to Tony. "Can you.. " Tony motioned with his hand for Mason to lower his voice and for that brief second, the grimace on his face from the migraine wasn't buried in his lap and arms.