Antonin has made use of his relative liberty to wander around, investigating bars, mainly. (He stopped in at the Arena, but not on its big day.) The ability to come and go as he pleases without being checked or called away is still novel. Sometimes, though, he just seems to lose thrust, like a clock winding down.

He's back at home (Severus' home, at least) much earlier than he's probably expected, given that the sun's not even down yet. He wanders out and casually steals a piece of pizza, glancing over Severus' shoulder at his books.

He does a wonderful impression of his old self, sometimes, but Severus is the only one in Baedal who has spent enough time with him to be able to tell when the edges fray. (Bellatrix, arguably, but she isn't presumably looking.) This evening is one of those times, perhaps because he's on the side of the spectrum nearer to sober than not.