James could see the tears she was holding back. This was what he'd been afraid of. He hated that he was the one making her look like that. Even if he was just the messenger, in a sense, it didn't make things any easier.
"You did," he told her, scooting along the wall so he was as close as he could get. "I don't really get how, but something happened when you got between him and Voldemort. The curse meant for him rebounded. It was how he survived."
James bit back a sigh, feeling it catch painfully around a sudden lump in his throat at the thought. Their funny, happy, perfect little boy... Reaching out, he wrapped his arms back around Lily. It was easier to cope with it like this, although it was still probably the most painful thing he could think of. With his face hidden in her hair and the warmth of her against his chest, it was easier to deal with.
Even if he didn't think he'd ever get over the guilt of it all.
"I'm sorry," James murmured. "It all gets so massively cocked up. I get it all wrong. It was... you know the fidelous charm? We - I decide to use Peter as our secret keeper, but they've got to him, Lily. And he tells Him where we are..."