Hmm. He probably shouldn't have said anything. Not that he'd said much, but it seemed to have made her a bit despondent nonetheless. Nice one, James. And on Christmas. Likely it was time to go back home and, you know, depress Sirius or something. Or maybe a wrestling match was in order. Oh man, they hadn't tried drunken wrestling in ages. That would be fun. And Amarissa could go back to sleep.
"I should... I probably ought to go," he said before pushing himself to his feet.
Yeah, something physical to get his thoughts out of his head sounded like a great idea. The mere prospect had him perking up a bit, and feeling a bit silly about how he'd been going on a moment before. No matter. In the morning he'd write it off to being a bit sauced, he decided as he started moving back toward the door.
"But thanks..." for what, again? Oh the hell with it. "You know. Thanks."