When Tatsuo is finally able to lift his head without the room threatening to spin away from him, he reaches out for the bottle of water.

"Thanks."

He takes a sip of water and slowly straightens up in the chair. His brows are still knit together as the headache continues to linger in the form of a dull ache (not that Togusa will be able to see that). With a small sigh he rubs his temples. He can feel it receding slowly, but just fast enough that taking anything for the pain would be pointless.