Scorpius looked down at his hand in Hugo's, the thumb over his knuckles. It was so bloody strange. But not unpleasant. He didn't even know what he was doing, and Hugo expected him to know what he should do.
"I don't know," he admitted honestly, frowning in thought. "We have to take it one day at a time. Let's eat our sandwiches, drink our drinks and you can start by telling me more about you since you already know so bloody much about me."