Theo knew that Draco got very little attention from his parents and, unless he had a job to do or some other family obligation, Theo was sitting in a desk chair, his alligator shoes up on the table, listening to Draco or just watching him fiddle with his experiments. Sometimes, Draco would read to him, and that was Theo’s favorite part of his visits. Theo began to resent his pager, especially when it would distract him from Draco’s white blonde locks, so like Lucius’, falling into his laughing gray eyes. The boy’s porcelain skin was so perfect that, sometimes, Theo couldn’t stop himself from running a knuckle over the boy’s cheek. He never went further than that though, no matter what he might have wanted to do. Theo could wait. After all, he had all the time in the world.