"You scared the shit of me, you arsehole." It's whispered against the side of Scorpius's head, and he's finally starting to relax a little himself, his fingers catching the back of the other boy's shirt. Gripping it, trying to use that to put some weight into his words.

This is weird for him, weird to think that the boy he'd resented, the boy he'd barely been able to look at for so long had become so critically important to him, but here they were.