"Wow. That’s dead romantic." He teased. "What do you want to talk about then?" Albus asked, settling back down against his pillow and feeling content as Scorpius lay back on his chest, pulling Albus" blanket over them both. They were staring up at the ceiling, and Scorpius had his right arm extended up to the roof of his room. Albus extended his, too, and ran his hand up and down Scorpius" arm, knowing he liked to be tickled. "We can talk about anything you like."