"You obviously didn't try hard enough," Dylan retorted, and he hated having this conversation here. Because he might not cry like a little girl but he wanted to and by the looks of it James was feeling something similar.
"Of course I would, I liked Sirius, even if he is an arse and I need to hex his for not talking you out of this."
He was half tempted to push James away in anger, or wrap him into a hug and cling to him because he was not fucking allowed to die, but neither could be done here and why hadn't he just told him they needed to leave? "You don't have to put this on me," he said. "Fuck, Jamie, why can't you ever listen to someone other than yourself? You're not all knowing and you're not always right!"
He closed his eyes, composing himself. "This is such a fucking horrible place to have this conversation in."