"Malfoy," James greeted a little gruffly, his hands in his pockets and eyes down. He was nervous beyond belief, vaguely excited, and oddly uncomfortable about being back at home for this again. The sweatervest and button-up combo had him biting back a smile of his own, though, and he shot a sideways look at Al before gesturing for Scorpius to step inside.

"We set up the office for you to sleep in. It's- well, it's actually pretty comfortable," he admits, but his hands flex in his pockets in a way that suggests that he is as far from comfortable as someone can get. He wants more than anything else to touch him, to grab him, but that's definitely not alright right then, right in front of everyone. So he behaves, even if it's killing him.