Forgetful when it comes to life. That was one of the most generous descriptions of his father he'd ever heard. He was about to say as much when Scorpius mentioned the whole dating Draco Malfoy thing. He sat up straight and dropped Scorpius' hand, staring like he had two heads.
"I'm sorry, he's what!?" As if this couldn't get any fucking weirder. His father, who hated Slytherins so much that he never forgave Al for being sorted there, was dating Draco Malfoy. If he'd had anything in his stomach he would have thrown it up.
"They're what?? This, I, this whole thing, it's, I, fuck me!"