Thoreau wasn't supposed to feel bad for Merlin. He was just supposed to give him his stuff and get Draco's back. "Hi," he said, looking at him for a moment. Fuck. He felt sorry for him.
Thoreau sighed and held the box of Merlin's things out to him. "Can I come in?" he asked. "I brought you some of your stuff and you look like you could use some company."
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