Scorpius wouldn't be surprised to hear that the lunches were actually Mr. Malfoy's idea. Al was more surprised that Harry was admitting some fault for something. Just one more reminder that this Harry was not their father, and really couldn't be treated like him.
"Maybe, um, maybe a bit ambitious, yeah." He smiled though, because he didn't want to hurt his Dad's feelings.
Al shrugged, he hadn't thought much about it, beyond getting here and stating his case.
"We, uh, we don't, um, we don't have to schedule, like, anything, really. Just, uh, maybe, maybe sometimes we can, um, yeah, just ,yeah, random meets. Sounds good."
And there it was. He at least didn't sound annoyed, or dissapointed. He also didn't snap at Al to 'stop doing that' or 'talk properly' like he usually would. Al had known how much his father drank, but seeing this Harry sober really brought home just how much being drunk or hungover changed his personality.
"I, um," he blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I, practiced. That speech. A lot." It was one of the tricks he'd been given, a long while back. Repeat what you want to say over and over so you never get ahead of your mouth. "It, um, it helps to practice, keeps me from, uh, from getting ahead of myself. I, the, um, the stutter gets worse when I'm nervous. Or, or surprised, or, um, uncomfortable. So, pretty much always," he joked, though that didn't make it not true.