"That's just it. You're not telling me what happened. You're just saying it happened." Frowning, Scorpius finally indulged himself in that whiskey. It burned down his throat like a smooth flame, just the way he liked it, and he hated that somehow Hugo had known the right bottle to pick.
"I'll stay and finish my food, thanks. I don't plan to be keeping you company all night." It was obvious that Hugo wanted him to leave, just like it was obvious that he was only making Hugo more upset, but he didn't want to go back unsatisfied like he was.
Scorpius wanted some answers. Some explanation. He wanted to know how it was he came to have such a hold over Hugo's explosive emotions.