James cast a weak shield to deflect the arsenal being tossed at his face. He cocked a brow at his best friends. Everyone was tell him to 'grow up' to 'be adult'. If throwing a fit over a joke - and this was a normal brand of joke. Hell, it was SIRIUS's brand of humor. - was the adult thing to do, James would stay as juvenile as he pleased.
"Yeah, you spent twelve years in Azkaban. Yeah, you spent two years dead." James snapped. "I spent the entirety of my son's life as a specter, coming and going. Lily and I never rested, did you know that? We were dead, and we knew it, but we were less than ghost. We couldn't control where we went, only watch the endless black."
His voice rose. "You want to tell me to be more adult, Sirius? I want you to stop living in the past! YOU WERE DEAD! Now, you're fucking breathing, talking, walking, but fuck if youre living, Pads!
"Do you even remember what it feels like? To laugh? To ENJOY what you feel? You're not hiding in the dark corners of everyone's minds anymore. You're alive. Act like it."
He snap his wand ruthlessly, muttering the counter charm. "There, satisfied?" He glared. With a sharp step, he put himself face to face. Blue met blue as he forced their gazes into conflict. "Now get the fuck out of my room, you pathetic reflection of a man." The door flew open. "When you feel like crawling out of that piss hole you call a mind, I'll be waiting."