go when you're ready
“I think you lead people on.” Albus says. “People? Plural? This is quite the accusation, Albus.” Scorpius drawls, an amused smile toying with the curve of his lips. There it is. Albus watches it and remembers what it feels like against his own. “Who do you think I’m leading on?” Albus blinks up to meet Scorpius’ gaze. “I haven’t the faintest idea.”
Or: Albus and his ill-advised, alcohol-induced, intensely-yearning situationship with his best friend would be a lot more successful if they spent their time talking instead of kissing.
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