"Good. I don't think I'm cut out to be the bad boy type," Jamie teased back weakly. Biting his lip, he focused on walking. They weren't far from his room now and 'one foot in front of the other' made more sense than Jamie's complicated thoughts on his own existence. "I'm only here because Harry Potter always has to do the right thing. And when your ex-girlfriend, who you had sex with probably some drunken night when neither of you was thinking clearly, gets pregnant, the right thing to do is marry her and keep the baby...whether you actually want the baby or not. It's the right thing to do." He really hated that phrase.
As they came up to his door, it was Jamie's turn to pull Scorpius into a brief hug. "Unfortunately, your theory makes a lot of sense...I think we all wanted them to be happy, to have this. But, we forgot that my dad is still an angry sixteen year old buried in an alcoholic twenty-two year old's body. As far as he's concerned, the world needs saving more than any of us need him to be here." He smiled sadly. "Your relationship with your dad wasn't always perfect, but you knew he loved you."
He turned away then, so he could open the door and maybe shake off a little of the mood the conversation had engendered. "That must be it. Too confusing," he 'agreed' with a chuckle. Although, honestly, it was difficult remember why no-strings-attached sex was a bad idea when he desperately needed to get out of his own head. "Right, so did you want to wait while I take a quick shower? Or I can meet you down at the club?"