The powwow Remus and James had intended to use to let their friends in on the secret they had been harboring had flopped in such a manner that the boys had not truly reconciled since. It left an awkward silence hanging among the group - one that James could not do well to repair. Instead, he had continued in his plight to keep to himself, speaking only to Remus in the meantime. The situation seemed ludicrous to a group of boys who had kept together for so long, through thick and thing, were now being treated as though they were tearing apart. Over trying to come together.
With a sigh, the raven haired Gryffindor rubbed his eyes. It was a sign of frustration, and the exhaustion this stand-off had left him with. It would only do for him to flop backward on his bed and drift into a daze of concern and contemplation. Wondering what he could do next, the next phase, with or without Peter and Sirius. Though he openly and honestly preferred the first option.
The noise of Sirius' hasty actions brought James from his dozing state to sit upright and glance in his friend's direction. He watched with an eyebrow raised in interest before the other boy finally took notice of his audience. "Hey," was James easy reply, though Sirius spoke first. "Yeah, I saw that. What are you gonna do with it all?"