It was then that something unsettling started to form in Albus' mind, the way Scorpius had reacted to his casually affectionate touch. His mouth felt dry, suddenly, realizing it wasn't because he'd done anything wrong.
"Twenty-three," he said, quiet suddenly in an uncharacteristic way. "How old are you?"
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"Twenty-three," he said, quiet suddenly in an uncharacteristic way. "How old are you?"
He felt like he could guess.