It was it's own kind of Hell, watching Harry have to tell James these things. He couldn't stand the lost look in his eyes, or the matter of fact way that Harry talked about it. He could feel his own desperation welling back up, the overwhelming need to fix it, and make sure none of it ever happened.
"Yeah. It's, what he said, it's true. Its, it's a long fucking story Prongs." He grabbed James' shoulders again and pressed their foreheads together. "We should, we should go somewhere else. To talk about it. Somewhere private. Its, it's a lot. Moony and me have rooms in the tower. He's probably up there reading. Let's go up, yeah? You need the whole story."
He looked over at Harry without fully separating from James.