James hadn't needed much persuading to spend the night in Sirius' room, if he was honest. All the revelations of the day and night before had left his head spinning and put a lead weight in the pit of his stomach. For most of the conversations, he'd felt like he was listening to the other two from behind a pane of glass. Distant. Separate.
He'd never thought he'd die. Not really. Sure, they had all joined the Order aware of the risks, but James had never properly believed it. It had seemed impossible. It still seemed impossible. And the way it happened... and Lily and Harry...
James' stomach gave an unpleasant lurch that had nothing to do with the way Sirius wrenched the curtains open. He didn't know if he'd actually slept, or if he'd spent all night staring at the dark canopy above him. It had been comforting, in a way. A hark back to an easier time with Sirius and Remus and...
For a split second, he thought he'd have to make another mad dash to the bathroom - not his first since arriving here. But whatever was left of last night's food thankfully stayed put. He was almost glad when Sirius appeared from nowhere, plonking himself down on top of James' left ankle and ruffling the mop of untidy hair that peeked over the duvet.
"Ugh." He grabbed the pillow from under his head and tried to snack Sirius with it, but it somehow, mysteriously ended up being chucked across the room in Moony's direction. "You've got a problem, you know that?"
But he forced a smile and sat up, reaching across to the nightstand for his glasses.