Merlin, it was all too much. James half wanted to bury his head back under the duvet and pretend to be asleep again. Better that than face Sirius' desperate determination and Remus' resignation. But here he was, and out of the two he had to lean towards agreeing with Sirius, if only because he wasn't sure he'd be able to get out of bed at all otherwise.
Despite Remus' words, he just couldn't understand how he'd fucked up so badly. To miss Pete trading sides, not notice that he was being pulled under... leaving Sirius to take the blame and Remus to make his way on his own. Surely he was smarter than that? James had always been so sure of himself... perhaps that was what Moony was talking about. He bit back another sigh, because it was getting ridiculous, and hoisted himself into a more upright position.
"I'd reckon I should go," he said. "That way if he still found me and Lils I could just replace myself. But anyway," James stretched his arms high above his head, feeling his shoulder click. It felt good to talk about actually doing anything, even if a small part of him wondered if it was all in vain. "Its pointless chatting if we don't know how to do it. D'you either of you know how we ended up here? Harry said something about the castle?"