"Her coat was gray, and she was a she. Dusk fits better. It perfectly suits her." Scorpius couldn't believe they were having this.. He didn't even know. Pseudo argument?
He bit the inside of his cheek when Hugo stepped closer. Reflex made him edge back, afraid of what might happen if the other man got too close. Something was doing funny things to his stomach.
"No, I'm not okay. What's bothering me is that you didn't ruin my dream." Gods, he shouldn't have said that. He should have shut his mouth and walked away. Scorpius didn't know what possessed him to want to talk about this to Hugo in the first place–
It scared him, in ways he didn't know how to cope with, knowing that it might not be a dream.