"He's asleep. Finally. He stopped coughing about an hour ago." Scorpius smiled, reassuring Harry that nothing had happened at all. "I - it’s my mother’s birthday today." Scorpius said, his voice straight and small – there was no glint of emotion in it, and Harry supposed he had cried it out of his system – given how leaky his eyes were, even now. Ah. That was why he was out here, and why he wasn’t asleep.