Reaching out for the glass, Hugo pulled it away from Scorpius. "That's enough. I'm not carrying you home if you have another glass." He'd seen what had happened to Scorpius if he hit the whiskey bottle too hard and Hugo had no desire to carrying someone who didn't know him around the island.
"It just happened, okay? I can't explain it because I don't understand it." How could he explain what had happened between them? Neither of them were ready to admit how they felt, neither of them wanted to feel things for the other, but in the end they couldn't stay away. He loved the git.