Yes, they had been through quite a few fights in their day, but this was the first time in a long time that James was reminded of how it had felt to be ignored by Lily. She may have agreed to talk to him, but she still looked completely uninterested in what he had to say, as though she was doing this out of mere lack of option. He may as well have tied her, gagged her and forced her to have this conversation. It made him feel like there was something unpleasant stuck in his throat - something he recalled quite plainly from the many, many, many times she had denied his requests to take her out.

As quickly as he had gained it, James lost his nerve, and focused his attention on the bed sheets he had always hated, but Lily seemed to have loved since she picked them out at the store. He had never told her of this particular dislike.

"Well, erm - I, wasn't really planning on having a fight with you last night and..." Did that thing actually have purple flowers in it? He thought Lily wasn't a huge fan of purple. He shifted slightly away from her so as to look at it more closely, reminding himself that he still needed to be the one doing the talking. "Um, I think things just got a little out of hand and I never realised..." He looked up at her, trying to make his voice sound a little less insecure. "I have no idea what I did wrong." He finished, biting his lip before looking back at the stupid sheets.