Scorpius waited as Albus' mother began getting more and more angry, trying his hardest not to look away from his father's face. The desire to just look down at the ground was overwhelming. He was managing though. Somehow. Maybe it was just because he was kind of frozen in place unable to really move an inch for fear of what might happen if he did.
He glanced at Albus as the boy left, before back to his father. Well wasn't this a delightful note to end the visit on? Hopefully he'd be seeing the boy soon. For now though, he was a bit more concerned about the upcoming conversation he was about to have with his father. He didn't really want to think about the one Albus was bound to have with his mother. From the looks of things it would be about more than just...them.
He grimaced slightly as his father shut the door, swallowing a lump in his throat and wondering whether or not he was too old to demand his mother. She could sort it out. He could just go hide in a corner and continue to be ill.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what his father was referring to with that question. Scorpius finally looked away, turning to his hands as he spent a few moments thinking about what his reply would be. "I-I don't know," he looked back up. "I wasn't ready to tell you. It-it's taken me a while to get used to myself," his eyes automatically found his bedsheets again. "I wasn't sure how you'd react."
