Scorpius took a deep breath. He was not quite shaking, exactly, but his teeth were chattering despite the fact the room's heat was turned up to 28. In July. Scorpius found it less than comforting knowing he was practically distancing himself much more than an arm's length from his friends and associates with this confession, and really his only guaranteed friend after this MIGHT be Draco. And that's because he felt obliged to love his son through and through, duly through parental promise.
Taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm his rustled nerves, the anxious blond opened his mouth. Albus sat across from him, eyebrows furrowing in the same bemused concern you'd express at a toddler for eating wax. He wanted to know what was so important; his friend had never looked so unsettled? jumpy? aside from the time he had accidentally broken (and had to explain) his father's favorite glass sculpture- one of Shrek and Donkey galloping through a field filled with holes.
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FanfictionScorpius confesses to albus... that he loves country music
