Lucius frowned slightly, casting a small light towards the ceiling as he walked. Severus was in the tiny workroom towards the back of the tiny house. Lucius sneered a bit as he entered. Really, he needed to coax Severus to move to a - much nicer - potions lab in the Manor.

Not now, however. Severus was slumped over the desk, apparently asleep. Lucius gently rested his hands on his lover's shoulders. He jerked back, startled, as Severus suddenly sat bolt upright with a confused muddle of syllables.

". . .Severus, love?" he said gently, delicately returning a hand to the nape of Severus' neck. He hadn't expected his lover to come awake quite so . . . roughly.

Severus shook his head, then looked up at Lucius, not quite focused. "I- What?" he said, thin lips twisting into a frown.

"You fell asleep while studying," Lucius paused, looking past Severus, "the latest of your potions journals, I believe. On your desk." he added dryly, arching a brow.

"Oh." Severus closed his eyes, rubbing his brow. "Unintentional. I was . . . distracted. What time is it?"

"Tempus. Just past midnight." Lucius provided. "I only just returned from. . . Never mind. Perhaps time to leave it for tomorrow?" he suggested pointedly.

Lucius is Not Impressed by Spinner's End . . . is anyone surprised?