Scorpius wasn't even sure how to react. His brain's first instinct would have been to pull away and tell Hugo to shove off, but his body had other ideas. He was frozen to the spot. He rationalised to himself that he needed sunscreen there and Hugo was merely doing him the favor of putting it there to hasten his departure. He tried not to think about how he could tell Hugo's fingertips were calloused. Or how nice they felt.
"Why not?" he asked dumbly although he already knew the answer. His wit was lagging at the moment.