He blinked back at Steve, not understanding how the other had known what he was thinking so easily, from just the way he had looked down at the dog in question. He wanted to be offended, claim that was definitely not what he had been planning, how dare Steve act like he knew to make such accusations? Except how was he supposed to lie to that face? And Steve had admitted to being guilty of the same. James huffed, but he wasn't half as annoyed as he wanted to be for it to be effective.
"What hospital?" he questioned instead, not understanding why a hospital would be giving feeding instructions for a dog. Unless Steve meant the vet? Why, was something wrong with Vincent and he was slowly being killed by a human diet? Except Steve would probably be taking it more seriously. James looked back at the dog in some concern, but it looked relatively happy and healthy. For a dog. He wasn't really sure what signs to look for. Maybe the droopy face?
He tried his best to ignore the stares from the other students, shifting closer to Steve as they walked enough to lightly bump shoulders. It felt slightly safer, and he didn't want to question why. About to ask which table they should sit at, he quickly decided that with the Slytherins would be the wrong choice, content with settling with the Hufflepuffs instead. They generally seemed more pleasant. If any of them had issue with him sitting there, none actually spoke up.
Poking absently at some food, James tried to willing himself to be hungry. He kept sneaking quick glances at Steve, but it was much more difficult to be subtle about it while next to the other instead of across a classroom.