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[ continued from here! ]

[ It's about an hour after he usually arrives when James finally gets home. He had to take care of his, uh, problem, and then he killed some time loitering around the office, doing little odd jobs here and there, just to make sure that Scorpius would really be gone by the time he got home.

He's still a little stunned at himself as he steps inside, slipping his jacket off and dropping his bag by the door. He's actually muttering to himself as he does- stupid, stupid, stupid- in a little mantra to himself.

Dinner. Merlin. He needs to find dinner. ]

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The emoticon makes him grin, and as James stands, he sort of wanders over to his bedroom, eyes still locked on his phone.

Shut up. I am still kind of messed up... but at least Da doesn't think I am. He doesn't even care that I'm gay.

A pause. Uh.

I mean, that I might be gay. Merlin, I really have to make up my mind. Did you make it back to school?

In my personal experience, you seem a bit gay to me.

Grinning, feeling immensely better, Scorpius curls on his side, cradling the phone while he types. This Muggle contraption is pretty ingenious, he has to agree.

I'm back. In my bed.

Yeah, well, you infected me with it. I was perfectly straight until you snogged me by the pond, thank you very much.

There's a relief with the knowledge that Scorpius is in his bed, and has nothing to do with the sort of thrill he got earlier when they were talking about him being in bed.

Um. I told him I loved you. I hope that's okay.

Good God and Merlin's soggy y-fronts, seeing it in print is almost more unbearable than hearing James say it. Scorpius's face burns as heat creeps up into and over him. He feels stupidly giddy that James has now said it twice.

I like hearing you say that.

Scorpius feels really, really dumb, but he can't think of any other response.

Scorpius isn't the only one having to bite down a stupid smile. James is exhausted with all of the strain of the day, ready to sleep, but he's reluctant to stop texting him, too.

So he ducks his head at the phone, considering, before:

So tell me, too.

Scorpius would punch James if they were in the same room. But they're not, and he's not sure how to convey his annoyance without making it seem more than it really is. So, he swallows, hesitates, and then sends:

I love you, James.

And he wants to cry, just because this day is so, so much better than he thought it ever could have been.

And only me?

Don't push your luck, Potter.

Merlin. This is so sappy and ridiculous, and he can't help but beam at the stupid Muggle phone and how happy it makes him.

It may be one of the first times since they've been together that he's embraced this sort of thing without a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He's giddy, lightheaded through his tiredness.

So not only me??

Go to bed already.

Scorpius can't help it. He's not an overly mushy person, and this is still new. Who even knows how long James's love for him will last. It could just be a fluke. So it's hard to put himself out there... Even so, he throws James a bone after a few minutes.

Only you, you know that, idiot.

And James, meanwhile, worries that it might be the same for Scorpius. That when he gets out of school, that when this is less new and taboo, that it might lose it charm for him.

Can't think about that. Won't think about it, not now.

Can't sleep yet... gotta wash your shirt first.

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