"No-" James shakes his head slightly at the grumble, his fingers flexing a little in Scorpius's shoulder. He needs to take his glasses off; they're smushed uncomfortably against Scorpius's hair, but it takes more effort to move than he's willing to expend right now. "No, I mean- I was lying earlier. It doesn't mean nothing."

Because it was too hard to say "it means something." That felt like it carried more implications.