Dory ran his hand through his hair as soon as Greengrass left the room, an anxious habit. The other man could've just used a spell to collect himself rather than potentially subject them both to further interaction. It was bad enough that Dory had kissed him — kissed him! — without the added complications discussing what it meant and whether or not either man could be trusted.

He picked up both their coats and shook the wrinkles from Greengrass' first before carefully laying it over the side of the nearest chair. Then, he put his back on and turned to survey the room once more. There was still the issue of his problem, but one awkward adjustment later and it was securely tucked into the waistband of his pants. Uncomfortable and awkward, and should Greengrass look still decidedly visible, but manageable until he was able to calm himself down.

Turning back to survey the room, Dory caught sight of the book. Things were moving. Right, because he would be able to focus on that now. He drew his wand and cast the usual spells used when first beginning to diagnose an issue. At least that would give him something to do with his hands other than fidget and touch his hair.