James tensed slightly at Scorpius' words. "I told you I was focused on the not being able to breathe." Which was mostly true. He frowned at the ceiling. It was a stupid ceiling anyway. And now he was mad at a ceiling for nothing. He was doing brilliant. "Don't see why you're getting upset about it."
He cocked an eyebrow, turning to look at Scorpius again. "Had a daughter by accident? You? I'd imagine you'd plan this out and make a list of acceptable traits and things or at least your parents would have found you someone acceptable with a proper blood status and good genes."
Why were they bickering about this again? He didn't know.
James sat up, brow furrowed slightly. "And what if it's real?" He wrinkled his nose, looking down at Scorpius. "All I know is that I accepted the fact that it could be real and it went away. I don't know if that's how to make it go away, but it could be real. Not everything has to make sense."
This time he didn't bother to stop himself as he poked the other man in the middle of his chest.