Taking off the sleeves, wearing clothes weather-appropriate meant his scars being on display, for anyone to see. For Scorpius to see. He was so curious, so pure. He was still so little; Harry couldn’t explain the injuries of his youth to someone who still has to climb on counters to reach cabinets and is too short for roller coasters. It’s too cruel to subject someone that little to something so dark. He should know. He’s practically the king of holding too much darkness at too young an age.