Pulling his hands away reluctantly, Hugo wiped them on his shorts and nodded. "Glad I could help. I wouldn't want to listen to you bitch and moan for days because you got burnt." That wasn't the only reason he'd help, but he wasn't going to admit that. There was only so much rejection a man could take.
He was sorry. Sure he was. Hugo believed that. Because Scorpius didn't seem to be sorry at all. "Then you don't understand it. Doesn't make it any less true."