"Fine. Stay. I don't care." Hugo went to fetch Scorpius' order and grabbed a bottle of vinegar as well. Setting it down in front of Scorpius he turned and walked to a stool at the end of the bar. Sitting down, Hugo nursed his ale and shouted mentally at his boyfriend.
How dare he not remember? What about their trip to Egypt? What about their damn dog? How could he forget all of it just like that? Like it hadn't mattered?
"I'm not telling you anything," he said stubbornly. "You're not into blokes, remember?"