Well that was a tough one, wasn't it? For some reason, Draco had rather expected it would be the other way around; that Scorpius hated his father, resented him for loads of things that he could never forgive him for, like his expectations or some rot like that and that Draco could simply apologise and have it over with. But this was rather more complicated, wasn't it?
It was a long time before Draco spoke again, rather out of his comfort zone. "Honestly, I don't know why you feel that way. You're going to have to tell me. Is it something you did, or didn't do? Something we expected of you that you couldn't do?" It was likely going to be very complicated. Draco rather wished he'd brought a cushion to sit on, or sun block. He was going to be pink tomorrow.