"Maybe?" He gave Tim a hopeful smile, latching onto the suggestion despite his misgivings. He wasn't sure he should leave, he had kind of a bad feeling about it, but he trusted Tim. If he said leaving might help lose the octopus, then maybe he was right.
Harry rubbed at his temple absently as a low ache settled in. Nothing he couldn't deal with, nothing that wasn't entirely familiar, and not one that threatened to be any more of a doozy than most of them were, but that didn't make it fun.
Take the pill, just take the pill and you'll be better. Ish.
But he didn't want to. "Better" wasn't necessarily better, and he'd felt pretty good before! He didn't need it. He'd be okay. ...Maybe.