The plan wasn’t initially to make a second stop when he swung by his alma mater. Amid the drastic changes in his father’s life and Scamp’s still in-progress recovery from his case gone south several weeks ago, they hadn’t gotten to spend as much time together as they were used to, so Scamp was determined to make the most out of the smallest moments he could steal away with Chris. Still, when it was time for the tenured professor’s next class, Scamp, making a split second commitment, told his father, “I’m going to go stop by Will’s before I go-” and then as an afterthought to the new couple’s privacy, “Is that okay?” Scamp hadn’t expected the blossom of a smile on his father’s face at the mention of what could’ve been written off as a precarious meeting. “Of course it’s okay,” Chris had told him, forever fond of his son’s active youth within those very walls, “My permission’s never stopped you before.”
And so there Scamp was, leaning his broad shoulder against the doorframe of Will’s office in a manner that unknowing to him, was all too familiar to the Transfiguration professor. Unlike his father though, Scamp had the civility to rap his knuckles to the door gently to draw announce his presence. “Will?” He cocked his head slightly to inquire if the man he’d known his entire life was busy, a familiarity in the single syllable that couldn’t be shaken even despite the current state of their personal lives.