Lily closed her eyes. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. Because if it was, then it wouldn't be unrequited and it absolutely was. It had to be. It had been that way since she was nine. Why change things now? "No," she said, standing up, but staying near the bed. "You're drunk. That's why you're saying this stuff. You'll regret it all in the morning." She was sure of that. After all, she'd had her own morning after regret at Christmas. Except that that hadn't been with Scorpius.