The promise, no matter how banal, that Potter would be at breakfast with him tomorrow made Draco’s heart flip in his chest, unsure why that meant so much to him. He knew that Potter usually ate breakfast with him, and just because today had been a little different, didn’t mean that Potter was suddenly going to change up their entire routine.<br/>The question about work was a lot easier for Draco to wrap his head around, making it easier for him to focus on the million papers he had spread out on the desk in front of him. He had started out with a great sense of order in the documents, but by now Draco’s work station looked lot more chaotic, clearly the victim of him having had to frantically find something several times.<br/>“Going through your journals still,” he stated with a shrug.<br/>He had rarely met anyone who would have as long of a medical record as Potter and though it made sense, some of the entries had made Draco feel sick to his stomach with how close and how severe they had been. The fact that Potter was standing in front of him seemed like somewhat of a miracle.<br/>“Trying to make sense of it all.”