Scorpius closes the door behind him, all too aware of how warm it feels in James's room...and all too aware as well that it's his imagination. It's not really warmer in here because he's alone with James; his mind is just playing foul tricks on him.

"So," Scorpius says. He doesn't take a seat right away. He's never been in James's room, and he's...curious. So he walks around it, touching things.