Even without much of a voice, this guy was still chattier than your typical person. Sam didn't mind it all that much, especially since he'd been so isolated. But it was a little ironic to him.
He finally grabbed for the migraine medicine and looked over at the other man.
"Just a recurring headache. Haven't been sleeping all that well lately."
There was perhaps a small glimpse of the guilt and self-torment that he'd been haunted with lately in his eyes. A look that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Sam managed a smile.
"Hopefully you feel better quickly," he said. "Are you picking up chicken soup while you're out? That might help too."