James shook his head. "I'm fine," he said stubbornly. He refused to be sick in front of Peakes or anyone else for that matter. He could be sick when he was home by himself.
He started to take pictures. He went at it methodically, covering every stain, before moving onto the next one. It was easier this way, thinking about stains as opposed to dead people.
"They might not come in here, they'll find a way to talk to me, even if they have to follow me home." That had happened quite often after he had joined the Auror department. "It's just easier for me to go out and let them forget about the crime scene," he said as he continued to make his way through the house.