"I think we established when we first met that I blush easily," he said, though the conversation was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Was it proper to be talking about the boy you might really like, with the boy you had loved? Or felt deeply about, in any case. "He doesn't make me cry."
He went white at Dylan's words, and glared at him. "I really don't think that's appropriate to bring up," he hissed. "Whatever Scorpius and I do or do not do will be between us." His voice trembled a bit, and he wondered why he always got this way around Dylan, like they were on completely different levels and Dylan was always above him.
At the next statement he forgot all about being uncomfortable and moved directly to anger. It was a new feeling, especially about Dylan, especially when he'd spent all this time wondering what he could have done better to keep Dylan from dumping him.
"Oh, as opposed to you?" he asked, arms wrapping around his stomach in protection. "I don't think I want to continue this conversation anymore." He completely ignored what Dylan had to say about training. "Have a good night."