That whiskey looked enticing, but he refused to give in and ask for a shot. He really didn't need it. "Probably to shut her up, but at least you started talking again," Scorpius muttered.
He didn't think that would ever be the case if he told his father. Scorpius didn't have any siblings to nag his parents into being tolerant. There was his godmother and his godsister, but he didn't even know what they would think of him. He didn't have another sibling who could carry on the Malfoy name. And if his parents turned him away, he wouldn't have a myriad of cousins, aunts, and uncles to turn to for support. Well – none that the family kept in close contact with.
Scorpius thought of family as being constant. If they left, would Hugo be his new constant? He didn't know, and that's what scared him. That's what held him back from the precipice.
"Maybe I'm bias, but it seems to me that Weasleys love family unconditionally. Reluctantly or otherwise. Malfoys don't, period."