It doesn't matter, and he grabs both sides of the shirt and tears until the fabric gives way. He has waited too long for Albus to return, for his life to go on. What seemed impossible only minutes ago, even unwanted, will happen. Albus will take possession of him, here in this cellar, and Scorpius will enjoy it, because this is how it has always been. That's how it has to be. His heart pounds nervously, his belly tingles; he wishes Albus would jump on him right now, rip off his clothes and do with him whatever he wants.