There's an irritated sigh in his response. "I took part of your headache because I wanted to. You don't get to take credit for that."

He rubs his hands to his head, further irritated he can't control his voice. But he does take a seat near David. The cool, dark space is helping his head too. He might have taken a little more than he meant, or else he was in worse shape to begin with than he thought. That tremor is still in his hands.