Sunbeam Lair Be My Eyes

Clarence does not snap at the man. His head feels like it's splitting open, his heart is hammering in his chest, and his breath is coming out in short intakes, but he doesn't bite. Doesn't want to - the last thing Clarence wants is to hurt someone else. But it's difficult, his body coiled and trembling as Santiago approached. The boy does growl, though, lithe muscles hardened and tense beneath the older man's head as he laid it on his neck. 

"I..." he began, voice hoarse and body shuddering as it tried to come down from the stress it had just endured. A whine pulled from his throat and he jerked his head to the side, eyes squeezing shut. "My head..." the boy panted, ears flattened as his brain ached and throbbed behind his skull.