"James," he said quietly, refusing to look over at him. "Would you just call me James already? We're holding hands, for Godric's sake. I think we can afford to call each other by our first names." Maybe they hadn't gotten to the stage where there were nicknames- Well, maybe Scorpius had.
Speaking of their hands, James paused to let Scorpius' words sink in. He focused and was actually nearly silent for a moment as he worried his lower lip. Was it Scorpius' hand he'd been holding?
"I-" Frowning a little, James sat back a little to look at their hands before reaching over and grabbing Scorpius' other hand rather unexpectedly before placing it on top of his. "You weren't doing it right," he murmured quietly, the smallest hint of a smile there before he stilled. "Wait a tic. How come you're at my-" death bed. "Well, that's odd."