Daniel dropped his head to the table again, the throbbing in his head more insistent and now starting to make him nauseated as well.

"Okay," he said quietly. "I figured you don't call him a boy scout for no reason... he's not gonna like my idea of just shooting Brian and letting you take his head." He gave another soft whimper, squeezing Methos' hand tightly.

"My head," he finally said softly. "I'm getting a really, really bad migraine. My pain meds are in the bathroom but taking them usually knocks me out. I was just... trying to wait until your friend got here so I didn't seem like I was trying to be rude or anything by not being awake or whatever..."