Christian strolled into his office, still in enough of a good mood to give Marcus a smile as he passed and to not snatch from his hand the list of messages received while he’d been out. But once he was inside and the door was closed, he let his guard down, allowing his shoulders to slump and running his fingers through his hair in a tired gesture.
( So, Harry was feeling better was he? Making a nuisance of himself too, by all accounts. )
( So, Harry was feeling better was he? Making a nuisance of himself too, by all accounts. )