At least this James was still fundamentally James. He was still talking far more than was necessary. Strangely, it had become a comfort rather than an annoyance. It endeared the Potter to him. Guard relaxing slightly, he edged closer, sealing more of the distance that stood between himself and James. It was a struggle not to completely launch himself at James. So far Scorpius was winning, but only for that moment.
"I... gone?" Scorpius's brow furrowed in confusion. "I've been here the whole time. Here in Lockewood. Where were you?" There was a twinge of accusation in the question. Scorpius couldn't help it. Losing James had hit him harder than he liked to admit.