Lucius felt awful still, but fucking Snape was making him function like a real person. Get up. Work out. Eat. Go to work. All the bullshit Lucius didn't want to deal with that, apparently, he had to keep doing in order to get himself on track to stay sober this time. He looked at Snape on the couch reading some kind of stupid fucking textbook, then walked to the door and pulled it open.
To the sight of Evan. Lucius stared at him in shock. "I -- Evan," he said. "I didn't think..." Lucius needed to try yoga again or something to find his center. "Come in," he said, stepping aside. "If you want to."
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