Lupin examined him for a moment, and Draco felt some heat swirl within him. He had some time to analyze the man when they last spoke in his office, and he was as handsome as Draco remembered him. He hadn’t forgotten the man’s kindness when he was a thirteen-year-old spoiled brat, certainly hadn’t after his mother died during the battle, and now that kindness had extended even further as he adjusted to his new normal. The man’s eyes were tired, and he was struck at his outward display of vulnerability. Had it been anyone else, it may have been uncomfortable, but with the professor it only made him more attractive.