[Crow's brows throw themselves up at Rean's remark, eyes opening just a slit to look at him.]

Yeah.

It's been going on and off for awhile. When it's back on my head seems quieter, but I'll get a memory of this door with a flower thing on it and my brain'll start--

Ngh.

[A hand goes to his forehead, as if on cue.]

Like that.