Chewing on horribly jealous words, chewing so he doesn't choke on them, Scorpius stares straight into Avery's face. Ever since Albus" helpless cries stopped, merely a shuddering deep breath widening his nostrils now and then (he doesn't even sob, nothing about that crying is as humiliating as when he himself is the one crying), ever since he realised that his caresses were actually having an effect, Avery's gaze has gone rapt into space.