Heated, Scorpius looks down at them. He sees Albus" pale arms clutching his chest (probably to keep himself from falling out of the bed, which, with three grown blokes in it, is so crowded that he wonders how Albus ever fell asleep like that), his own hand, reddened by the heat, sticking sadly and immovably out of the narrow gap between their bodies, and Avery's arm, which he is holding up slightly to keep himself from touching Scorpius.