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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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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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