He sees the wariness in Scorpius's face and he winces internally at that. Ugh. He's too hungover for moral guilt this soon after waking, especially with the way his head is starting to pound. James exhales, a shallow, uncomfortable little sound, before he reaches up to try to smooth Scorpius's hair down for him.

"You've got some lines on your face," he mumbles. "But you can tell them I came in utterly pissed and you fell asleep in here to make sure I didn't choke on my own vomit or something. Win you some brownie points with Al and Da both."