The day has been absolute hell for Sal. Getting a migraine is never a pleasant experience in general, but it sucks even more to wake up with one. To top it off, you were gone by the time he got up, so he's been pretty much camping out in the living room doing nothing at all for most of the day. Well, unless being in pain, seeing auras, and being nauseous counts as doing anything. There's been plenty of that.

When you walk into the apartment after work and flick on the light without a thought, his reaction is immediate. He hisses in pain, though it comes out as more like a whine, as he curls up tighter on the sofa. "Sh-shit, babe, no... turn it off... please... got... a migraine..." Even forcing those few words out is painful; he is not doing well.