He finds Albus sitting outside of Jenna's flat, a bottle of Firewhisky sitting in between his legs, half-empty. Albus' head hangs low and he doesn't even react when Scorpius comes upon him, instead choosing to let out a long sigh and raise his knees up so that they rest just below his chin. Albus is a mess, anyone can see that.
"I've put my sister in charge of the kids for now - figured Caly might not be equipped to handle everything right now, even if she is fifteen. Lyra says to take all the time you need, that it makes more sense to stay here and clear your head than try to do it with seven kids around all at once." Scorpius sits down on the step next to his husband, unsure of what to say from here. After all, though he and Jenna always had their differences, she had still been the mother of their children and the only other love of Albus' life.
What is he supposed to say to make things better? Nothing comes to mind, or at least nothing that seems like the right thing to say, so instead the two just sit there and watch the sun begin to fall, the sound between them the occasional ragged breath from Albus.
And then, finally, he speaks, slowly looking to Scorpius. "Can you promise not to leave me, Scor?" he asks in a quiet voice, so low that it is almost impossible to make out the words. Almost. "I don't think I could take it if I lost you too."
Of course, the rational thing to say in response would be to remind Albus that neither of them are immortal, that eventually, Scorpius will leave, that they never know what will happen tomorrow or any day after that. It would be reasonable and honest to say that he could not make this promise because no one was in charge of their own fate and no amount of promises will ever make Albus' hope into reality.
But none of these are the right thing to say at the moment because what Albus needs is not honesty or reality or reminders that the future is out of their hands. No, what he needs is for Scorpius to step up and lie just this once.
"Of course I won't," he replies, taking Albus' hand in his. "We'll die together at one hundred and thirty years old in the same bed. I would never leave you, Al. I love you far too much to ever do anything so foolish."
Albus sighs again, laying his head against Scorpius' shoulder, and it is in this position that they remain for another half hour, until Albus is ready to head back home, wiping the tears from his eyes and cheeks.