"Apparently," he said and walked around into the kitchen to pick up a few potatoes and started chopping them up into thin slices. He could still see Scorpius through the large open window, but he didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say? Scorpius didn't believe him and Hugo didn't know how to convince him.
Dropping the freshly chopped potatoes into the fryer, he walked back around the bar and poured himself a pint. "Need anything else? Besides having me bugger off, of course." Okay, so he was hurt. Pretty damn hurt and Hugo was never good at hiding his feelings.