Scorpius looks up, his light eyes a little wide for once before his brows naturally furrow in confusion. James just spat that out like it's something he'd been thinking to yell at Scorpius about, but... Has he been on James's mind? This whole week? Since the kiss?

"First of all," he begins, keeping his voice low and slow, because he knows he's treading dangerous waters. "I thought we were sharing the alcohol. I had no intention of drinking the whole thing by myself. Secondly..." A pause, as Scorpius reels himself in. "I'm sorry. That I kissed you. That you've been bothered by it. That right now I want to do it again."