Scorpius couldn't help it. After the initial flash of shock and concern disappeared, he laughed when James fell off the bed. The sleep deprivation only served to make it more amusing. It was the question – what's missing - that made his mirth dissipate and the laughter subside.
"Not what..." he mumbled, trailing off for a long beat before he decided to speak. His words were chosen carefully. "But who. I don't have the perfect death planned out, but I know who I want there with me in my last moments. I wanted my– my partner there. My partner and any children we may have had."
I wanted you there was something a voice inside his head whispered, but Scorpius wasn't so scatterbrained that he would allow that whisper to become his own voice.