"Well, it's not going to do me much good if I collapse on the spot anyway," Scorpius counters gruffly. He glances at Albus" slender legs, wrapped in coarse linen trousers, stretched out on the blue carpet beside him. Gradually, the spell that had gripped him before their kiss lifts and he recalls one of the many thousands of questions he has asked himself over the past two years. "Where... exactly have you been?"