Just...give me a second to find my cloak.
Anywhere. Where do you want to meet me?
How about that tree? The one with my sister's dodgy treehouse on?
Okay. I'll be right there.
A bit off-footed, if we're being honest, which I get the feeling we are. You?
I'm sorry. I just...I don't know what to do.
What to do about...what, Al?
This nightmare we've seemed to have landed in.
Al, I didn't mean to do this.
What do you want me to do?
I...I don't know. I don't want to be afraid of your surname. I don't want you to be afraid of mine.
And...and I'd like to be able to spend a week apart without feeling like complete crap the entire time.
I don't know how to fix that.
Well, then what?
If you're trying to tell me you don't want to do this for reasons that I can't control, then say it, Albus.
You can control some of them, Scorpius. You're just not willing to even fucking try.
I did the best I could, and it's not good enough for you.
For Circe's sake, Albus, who the fuck did you think you were dating for four years?
I know who I've been fucking dating, Scorpius. Sometimes I wonder if you're the one who's forgetting.
Forgetting what, exactly?
Forgetting who you are to me.
I'm your fucking boyfriend, Albus. That's all I've ever wanted from you. I never asked you to be anything but what you are. I never asked you to give me more than you thought you could give.
That's all I'll ever want from you.
I'm sorry that I can't make this easy, but I don't know how.
I don't know how either, but that's a problem, don't you see?
This whole thing. It isn't fucking fair! It kills me that my parents aren't allowed to know you, and it feels like crap knowing yours don't want to know me.
I feel like I'm leading a double life and I just...I don't want to be. We have no reason to resigning ourselves to it.
I told you I'd try.
Please don't do this.
No, you're right. No reason other than the fact that I love you. I guess I was...wrong about how you felt.
Just do it, then, Al.