"Sorry, I should have..." James trails off and curses himself softly under his breath. First aid spells. He's going to have to practice his first aid spells, because he's faintly afraid he's going to give himself a heart attack if this happens again and he's unable to do anything about it.

He swallows hard, reaching up to catch the back of Scorpius's head, holding it gently against his shoulder. His fingers are shaking a little more now as they stroke through his hair. "Then what am I supposed to say if we need to talk?"