"Jus' goes to show how much you'd care 'bout me if we WERE in a relationship," Scorpius threw back, words slurring just enough to give away how drunk he already was.
Two glasses of whiskey in the span of just a few minutes? Not his most brilliant idea ever.
"Go on, then. Leave." What should he care if Hugo looked at him all hurt? He hadn't done anything to hurt him. Hugo was hurting himself with these delusions of his.