Before Scorpius even knows what to say, what to ask, Harry sets the cup down on the tabletop in front of him before slumping heavily into Teddy's chair on the other side of the table. Now, in the bright light of the kitchen lamp, he looks much more tired than before. The impression deepens as he rubs his eyes and grunts softly, not bothering to remove his glasses, which now dangle from one ear, before looking at Scorpius.