"We must have dozed off at some point," Avery whispers anxiously. He forces his hand between them and clutches Scorpius" wrist. Tongue clamped between his lips, he fumbles his hand upwards, which is terribly uncomfortable as he now has even less room to breathe. "When I woke up earlier, Albus was already there and he was... just passed out. I don't understand why he didn't wake us - I would have made room for him immediately."