[ He shakes his head a little, against the din and the lights and the smells and the taste of the city in his mouth and in his lungs and under his eyelids. It does nothing for the headache, but it pushes things back a little more. He'd been distracted by their conversation, hadn't had much reserve to keep everything at bay anyway. It's a little late to be helping, a little inevitable in the first place, really, for anything like that, but when he looks at her again this time there's no trace of the irritation or actual anger that was present in the conversation they just had. His eyes are a little unfocused but that might just be because everything is so crystal sharp right now, it hurts to look at it all. ] Sorry.
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