He must have enjoyed it. When was the last time the man had relaxed? When he wasn’t reading books, he was studying various artifacts, creating new rituals, trying out spells...Voldemort was exhausted too, and Harry was more aware of it now than ever before. He could see the tension in his shoulders and the focus of his gaze...He really did look like a snake: a predatory creature, rings clenched, ready to pounce. Maybe that’s what he really was? After all, Voldemort’s life had been far from relaxing, despite the posh decorations of other people’s estates. It was full of murder, betrayal, and threats. Could he even allow himself a single moment of vulnerability?