"Are you okay?" James asks, a little surprised by the way Scorpius's face is lighting up, and he feels his own skin flushing a little again. He's been so quietly excited, so ridiculously nervous that he can't imagine that Scorpius might be worried about how he's feeling.

He clears his throat softly, before finally just giving up and pressing his face into the hair atop the other boy's head and whining softly. "Wish you could've just come to my place."