Scorpius didn't touch the whiskey yet. He kept a tight grip on the glass, shifting his gaze between the contents and the window he could watch Hugo through.
It was pretty obvious that Hugo was upset. But over him? It was absurd.
"Even if I were to believe you – and mind you, I'm not saying I do – how can you expect me to just.. Go along with it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice level. Scorpius was trying very hard to keep reasonable. He was a Ravenclaw.
"I don't know you. I didn't even know you were queer. Rose never told me."