Even if the knock is slightly different Izzy knows who it is immediately. He is drunk as well, but awake. Just... laying on his bed wondering what the fuck he is doing with his fucking life and hating the fact that he has literally no control over a single fucking facet of it right now.

He has never felt so fucking low, and he has been very low before.

A sigh. He waits to see if Lucius will fuck off, but pulls himself up anyway. It's habit, broken only by the last few days where they have been doing a sterling job of avoiding each other at all fucking costs. It has been lonely work.

Izzy sways as he stands, the whole world tilting a little. When he opens the door he is disheveled but dressed, and leaning on the wall.

"What."