The entire time she at the manor, Scorpius had been treating her like an absolute fragile doll. He threw harsh words at her face, taking the back with the weakest apologies, never wanting to meet her eyes. He would leave for hours, only coming back to sleep in the bed beside her and with that plant wet, messy kisses along her collarbone and neck. She hated the feeling, each time closing her eyes to picture his father.