Bunny gossiped to you about Henry's headaches but you'd never witnessed one yourself.

You were supposed to come over to Henry's for dinner...a little date of sorts you two had worked out but it seemed he was too out of it to cancel it like he properly would have any other time. You came in to see all the lights off, curtains shut and a miserable Henry in his silk pajamas his initials stitched on the pocket, sprawled out on the couch.

His glasses are off and his face is pale and he's holding a sort of icepack to his head. He winces when the door opens and light pours in and looks at you weakly. Bunny said he could hardly speak or move when these bouts hit him...but Henry in this moment manages to open his arms and make a soft pained groan, indicating he wanted you near.

He can't express much with all the pain but his eyes are weak and needy. He theorized for a while now you might be a good headache cure as comforting as you were to him...He'd test that hypothesis now...