"Your dad's gay?" Which was a very stupid question to ask, because clearly he was at least bi if he was dating Al's dad. But Scorpius sounded so matter of fact about it. Maybe he'd just longer to process...
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking up at his friend but not actually moving. He loved when Scorpius played with his hair. "Knowing, I mean, the not romantic part. With your mother." Al had often wondered if his dad actually loved his Mum. He still didn't know what he'd do if faced with irrefutable proof of it.
"Wait, did you say my dad was dancing and holding hands?" Malfoy of not, his father didn't do that with anyone. He barely even hugged his own kids. And he never did it casually. There had to be some sort of big life event or catastrophe for Harry Potter to willingly give out hugs. But now he was just holding hands at a party? Nothing made sense anymore. White was black, up was down, and Al was floating in the ether. If Scorpius' hand wasn't still in his hair he'd have bumped into the metaphorical cealing by now.