Scorpius trots along behind him with a tug at his chest. Knowing what lies beneath Avery's neat clothes feeds his doubts. He himself was enraptured by the smooth, brown skin the night they spent together. He still remembers the moment when the flash of light passed over Avery - even now, among the dead, in the tense anticipation of what is to come, his heart pounds in his chest and heat rushes through his veins, flushing his cheeks.