He hadn’t expected the serious, but strangely open expression in the other's eyes. Or the way that he sighed through his nose, and briefly glanced about the room, before his eyes settled on Harry and flicked between him and the closest bed. He hadn’t expected Snape to be carrying a familiar satchel, full of the dozen potions and balms that Harry had abandoned in his office. They looked at one another for a moment, before Snape spoke.