A sound of frustration rose from the back of his throat, a strange mixture of a growl and a groan. Before Scorpius could talk himself out of it, he fisted a hand in Hugo's shirt and roughly tugged him forward. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of the bloody street. It didn't matter that Hugo was eating chips just seconds ago. He needed to know. He needed his own kind of evidence. Scorpius closed the rest of the distance with a lurch and their mouths met in a kiss.