He nodded with knowing. He'd had headaches all the while during The City's day/night traumas. His fingers shuffled through boxes until he found the pills that seemed to work for him the best. A box that said headache and PM formula.
He held it up beside him and nodded grandly with exposed teeth. He placed it in the man's hand. Then he looked up thoughtfully. He hadn't thought of that. Was that a thing? The way he said it it must have been a thing.
He considered it with a shrug. Why not. Couldn't hurt. Soup had done him well in the past. And it didn't require abrasive swallowing. He patted the guy on the shoulder with thanks.
He started to walk away but swiftly turned on his heel and came back to Sam. Where were his manners!