Shaken awake, Scorpius licks his dry lips and blinks blearily up at James. His first thought is: why the bloody hell am I waking to James touching me? but the memories of the previous evening soon filter through.

Drinking. Snogging. James's drunken apologies. Falling asleep in his arms.

Sitting up, he rubs his eyes, frowning. "Well, that's just wonderful." His voice is groggy with sleep, breath still heavy. He looks up at James dully, waiting for further explanation. Like why is the house so quiet? Not that he's complaining. It's nice to have a little calm in this madhouse.