James | Remus
It wasn't his first attempt at visiting Remus, but he had either been asleep or Black had been lurking around, and James knew he was not in the frame of mind for indifference right now, cold or otherwise. Remus, Peter, Lilu and Albus were all still in the infirmary in varying degrees of trouble, and every inch of James' body and mind felt pulled so tight it might snap. Too much energy, fueled by anxiety, fear and anger, and nowhere to put it. With his arm, he hadn't even been able to fly. So James did what he could to help with the research, even if potions had never been his thing, but really he spent the majority of his time rotating between sickbeds.
He wasn't sure what time it was when he flopped into the chair at Remus' bedside, but it was late and dark. He'd sat here before, he was sure, after one full moon or another. It might even have been this very bay, it was hard to remember... One thing he knew was that the chairs were just as uncomfortable as always. Wriggling around into a vaguely tolerable position, James let his head roll back against the back of the seat, staring across at his friend's pale, sleeping face on the pillow. The familiar features were lined with discomfort, even in sleep. Moony looked like death - not a particularly reassuring thought.
Merlin, he'd thought these days were over. James gave a loud sigh, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead to rub harshly at his eyes, stars exploding behind his lids. When he opened them, it was to find Remus looking up at him. "Shit, sorry. Did I wake you?" Wincing, James pulled the chair a little closer to the bed, leaning in. "Do you need anything? Sleeping draught?" Not that it would touch Remus' ridiculous metabolism, but surely it had to be better than nothing.