James rolled his eyes, trying to resist the urge to flick Scorpius or something just to get him to stop being so grumpy. Of course, flicking someone usually just made them more grumpy, so that wasn't likely to work out the way that he wanted it to.
"Talking helps you get your thoughts out and figure out what part of it's bothering you the most." He had an inkling it was the dying part, but one never was quite sure. He glanced over at Scorpius, nodding a little. "Well, then you got to be old. That's a positive, yeah? Not very comforting when you're dreaming about your own death."
James let the quiet settle in a moment before he said, "At first, I thought it was just a cruel joke or something vaguely related to aliens possibly, but you know how-" He shook his head slightly. "Well, my brain just sort of goes off in tangents about illogical things when it's trying to make sense of things that don't make sense." Shrugging, James let his gaze focus on the ceiling. "Maybe the reason trying to use logic to figure it out doesn't work is because it's not strictly logic based. The emotional response, I mean. I'll admit, I'm afraid of death. I used to think I wasn't, but I've realised that I lie to myself a lot. Don't tell anyone else, though. It's a secret."