Sweet fucking Merlin. Scorpius didn't think it was fair that Hugo could reduce him to incoherency with his hands on his back. What else could they do? He couldn't shake the thought out of his head and it scared him because now Hugo was back to talking his nonsense and a infinitesimal part of him wanted to believe it.
"I think you've got me covered," he said, finally finding his voice and shifting to turn around and face Hugo.
"I'm sorry, but–" He wasn't gay, was he? And even if he was gay, which he wasn't, because a little curiousity did not make you a complete fairy, he had his father and his mother and the rest of his family to think about.
"I don't understand how we could possibly ever be together."