James crossed his arms, sitting back against the headboard as Remus paced and ranted. The moon was coming up, he knew. Remus always got a bit... spikier the fuller it became. And yeah, okay, perhaps he had a point. He usually did, to be fair. That annoyingly logical brain of his was handy when they got into a scrape, or had a puzzle to solve, but it also had its downsides. Namely, all that thinking he insisted on doing.
Fixing the things that went wrong in your lives
Even still, that stung a bit. It seemed so... dismissive. Of his wife being dead while his boy was sent off on whatever track he'd been placed on. James opened his mouth to argue back, but Remus was powering on, and when he was finished Sirius was piping up.
James didn't like that tone in Sirius' voice, much as he didn't like Remus' anger. He shifted slightly so that his leg pressed reassuringly against Sirius' back.
"So what would you do?" he interjected, his tone strained. "Really, Remus? Because I dunno if I can just accept that me and Lils are about to get murdered and Harry... " he swallowed hard, then ducked his head and scrubbed both hands anxiously through his hair again, hoping they wouldn't see his expression. His jaw was set when he looked up again. "So what? We just live here? Rattle around the castle and hope we don't die off anyway?"