Avery's long fingers brush sideways across his cheek. The touch is tender, but it repels Scorpius, so strongly that cold sweat breaks out of his pores. Tightening his jaw, Scorpius wriggles out of the embrace, shoving and twisting - Avery doesn't let him go, but he doesn't hold on either, just watches him struggle. Eventually, Scorpius slides sideways off the bed and onto his knees. He jumps up as quickly as he can, putting a few steps between himself and the other.