The first throb settles into Kotetsu's temples as soon as Barnaby starts rattling off a list of tasks and errands that they need to accomplish by the end of the day. No, even that description is generous — he lists tasks that need to be completed in the next three hours. Staring blearily at the ceiling, Kotetsu ignores the pills and water held out for him, frowning as he turns onto his side and resolutely buries his face back in his pillow.

Which might not be the most mature course of action, but the last thing that he wants to do right now is be corralled around when there's hardly any time remaining in the day anyway. If they're going to be stuck for a while, what's an extra twelve hours or so in bed?

"Not in the mood," he mutters, pressing his fingertips against the center of his forehead, just below his browline. "I doubt I'll even be able to look into the light for the next three hours, and you expect me to head to the library? Since when have you ever known me to solve a problem with a book?"