"I know. Trust me, I know it sounds completely insane," he said to Jamie even as the Patronus messenger was summoned. "I thought it was a dream. Sometimes, I still do," as much as he wanted to lower his gaze, he kept it steady on the brothers, hoping they would eventually trust him. It hurt - he hadn't realized how much it would hurt to be on the other side of this. Al wasn't wholly a surprise but Jamie? Fucking Christ, that stung more than he wanted to admit.
The stag was gone and it wasn't very long before Harry was appearing with a house-elf in tow. "This one's Jamie. This one's Al," he shrugged the accompanying shoulder more than moving his hands, not wanting to risk it. He didn't think he needed to explain the obvious distrust but he couldn't stop himself from trying to get Jamie at the very least to see reason.
"Do you remember when I brought you those stupid bootleg 'Potter action figures' I found when you were in third year? Brought 'em to you over Christmas just because I was hoping you would want to destroy them in the most horrific way possible?" Yeah, there was no dignity here. He couldn't imagine shutting up right now and not trying.