He took Sirius' weight gladly, releasing his grip and instead wrapping his arms around his friend. "You're not wrong," he agreed.
It made him feel unsettled, the idea of Snape in Sirius' head. On a totally selfish level, he didn't like the way it might have made Padfoot think of him. He'd hardly been sweetness and light towards the Slytherin, after all. And then the rest of it... Snape was older than them now. He'd spent Merlin knew how long beside You Know Who - who knew what memories he had stashed in that scheming head.
And Sirius was Sirius. James often worried that he felt things too hard, like his nerves were too close to his skin. What would that do to him?
With a sigh, he relaxed his hold on Sirius and pulled back enough to get a proper look at him. "You're not, though, are you? Can I do anything? We could get out of here for a bit?"