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Scorpius is glad for the interlude he shared with Albus a couple of weeks ago because there's been nothing but work since.

A lot of work.

It seems the professors had thought their seventh year students comfortably resettled into Hogwarts life and preparations for NEWTs could truly commence.

(Mind the work has kept students from gossiping too much and the boys have been able to stop what worrying they'd been doing, but awful can not begin to describe how bad it's been otherwise.)

Maybe there are some students who live for such times, but Scorpius is certainly not one of them. He's had enough.

And having had enough means seeking out Milliways.

It takes a few wrong turns into empty, unused broom closets - the usual door having not worked - but Scorpius eventually finds his way.

He stumbles in, looking every bit the strung-out, sleep-deprived student that he is.

An ecstatic "Hah!" escapes him before he's throwing himself on one of the couches and hugging a cushion.

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"It's not just a cushion," Scorpius is saying from somewhere under the cushion.

"It's - It's my lifeboat."

Of sorts.

"Hmmm," Orpheus says, and the cushion ruffles Scorpius' hair.

"Not much of a lifeboat."

"It was doing its part until you ruined it."

And so, Scorpius blindly reaches out for Orpheus.

"You'll have to take its place now."

"Hey!" Orpheus protests, but lets himself be caught.

"Won't your boyfriend be jealous?"

"Very, and he'll likely hex you the next time you meet," Scorpius is saying - because Albus is the sort, right? - as he tugs Orpheus down onto the couch.

Followed by a quick, if somewhat panicked:

" - Don't flatten me!"

"Make up your mind!" Orpheus grumbles good-naturedly, careful to get his guitar out of harm's way as he tumbles toward the couch.

"I only want to, uhm - Well. You know. And not be squashed."

Which is all sorts of clear and of a perfectly made-up mind.

"Oh, of course," Orpheus says, shifting to wiggle onto the couch without squashing Scorpius.

Scorpius immediately loops an arm around him, getting quite comfortable.

"You can sing too, if you want. If you leave the cushions out of it."

Not that he's giving orders...

"Well, thank you. That's quite generous. What would you have me sing of if not cushions?"

"Mmm, something nice," Scorpius murmurs.

Is about as specific as he can get.

He is going to get a short, sweet song about Steve, then. Because that is the nicest thing Orpheus can think of.

A short, sweet song about Steve? Scorpius grins, if somewhat sleepily.

"How was your date?" he asks, eyes closed and nearly drifting, when Orpheus finishes.

Orpheus smiles. "Very well, thanks," he says, waggling his eyebrows.

And Scorpius doesn't have to open his eyes to know Orpheus is doing something silly like waggling his eyebrows. He huffs a laugh.

"So, uhm - All good then? Happy? In the many positions and ways?"

As Demeter would say.

"In all the positions and ways," Orpheus assures him, grinning.

"Good."

Because Scorpius would hate needing to have words with anyone.

"Never did tell me how many there are, though," he adds in a sleepy murmur.

He chuckles softly. "That depends on how flexible you are."

Scorpius, who has suddenly gone rather quiet, has not fallen asleep.

He's merely ... thinking.

"Ah. So, uhm - Right."

(Change in subject now, maybe?

Except Scorpius can't seem to think of one. His brain has been Albus'd.)

Orpheus laughs again. "How flexible have you been so far?"

Scorpius sniffs and snuggles closer to Orpheus.

Perhaps to hide his reddening face.

"I, uhm - Haven't been? At all.

"I mean - I want to be, but, uhm - I don't? Not yet, anyway."

It's complicated?

Orpheus arches an eyebrow. "Taking your time?"

Scorpius shrugs.

As best he can, being all snuggly and curled up on the couch.

"Is that odd?"

"A little, yes," Orpheus says honestly. "Boys your age..."

" - Oh."

He'd been hoping Orpheus would assure him it wasn't.

Now ...

Now, not wanting to be thought of as odd, he does an about-face.

"It's not - I'm not waiting. I - I want to have it. A lot of it. It's only - It's - We've been busy."