You say you wanna move on and
You say I'm falling behind

The Killers – Read My Mind

"He won't understand," Scorpius says. His voice is partially pleading, but also contains a tone of warning. "You know he won't."

"We don't know anything," Albus argues. "Not until you tell him. My dad took it fine, didn't he?"

Scorpius laughs humourlessly. "Your father is very different to mine," he tells Albus.

"Look, Scorpius," Albus says, taking his boyfriend's hands gently. "It's true that he might not approve, and that he might not accept it. But we can't know until we try, right? And we have to tell him sometime."

Scorpius notes the pronoun Albus uses and takes comfort from the fact that no matter what, his boyfriend was with him in this. "I suppose," he agrees reluctantly.

"Besides," Albus adds more cheerfully. "Aren't you sick of hiding this from him? Of hiding who you are?"

Scorpius looks at Albus's earnest expression and sighs. How can he deny him anything? "I'll tell him when we go home for the holidays," he says. "This probably isn't something I should say in a letter."

His concern for what would happen when he told his father must have shown on his face because Albus wraps his arms around his shoulder in a brief but gentle hug. "It'll be fine," he whispers.

Scorpius hopes so.

A/N: This will be the last ficlet for this collection as I am wrapping up (as much as possible) all my fanfictions and posting the last I've written due to the fact I am withdrawing from . Thank you very much to all my readers and reviewers – you've kept me writing on this site for over three years now, and I could never have got this far without you. Thanks to you, my writing has improved dramatically and I've posted over 300,000 words – a feat I never could have accomplished without your support. A special shout out to Quill Scribblings, who always reviewed everything I posted and often left very detailed feedback. Thank you!