"I don't know what I called you out here for," he said, before correcting, "I'm not really good at saying things like--"
James stopped and made a face. He was silent for a minute, chewing on his lower lip before he lifted his hands and began to spell something out rapidly in the finger-talking Georgie had taught him. They'd gone over the alphabet many times during the long train ride, so his hands flew over the message before he flopped back again, flushed and feeling stupid.
"Merlin, never mind. Clearly I'm a giant prat. Want to head back in? You can borrow the cloak."