Everything is Perfect (смешанная)

"Dad," Scorpius says, coming to meet him in the hallway on the way to the small sunroom they'll be eating in.
"Son?" Draco responds, taking a sip from his glass.
"Your hair is messed up."
"The world must be ending," Draco says, "if a man's hair isn't perfect after a flying lesson."
Scorpius smirks. He, at least, enjoys Draco's sarcasm, although Draco wonders if that's not just because the boy's been forced to hear it everyday since his birth. "Let me fix it for you."
He eyes his offspring suspiciously and only says, "Alright," after Scorpius whines, "Daaad, c'mon, we can't stand here all day." He leans down, and Scorpius carefully fixes his hair, flipping strands with great concentration to get the part exactly correct. Truthfully, Draco couldn't have cared less to begin with, but he patiently allows his son to do him this small favor.