This is all woefully, woefully new territory for him; James doesn't know if he wants to talk about it or not yet, either. Scorpius isn't quite giving him the ammo that he'd hoped for, either - it'd be easier to prove to Al that his friend was being a prat if Scorpius was actually, you know, being a prat.

He tips his head toward the water, before moving to land.

"Moving out," he answers, and it's quick. "As soon as I can. Love my family, but..." He shrugs as his feet touch down. "Living here is exhausting."