AFTER 8 PM
James got a good look at Remus and felt a sudden sadness at his mate's obviously weakened emotional state. He didn't know what it was exactly, but he knew that he needed to talk with Remus about it, for his mate's sake and even for his own. He'd never forgive himself if he didn't try and get closer to one of his friends when they really needed it, no matter how much neither of them wanted to face the situation and the impending heavy conversation.
"Look, I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but... well, I reckon you know that Lily would've told me what happened." James took in a steadying breath and sat at the floor beside Remus's bed, lowering his head so that the other boy wouldn't have to look him in the eye. It was also to hide the hurt that he felt at their mutual friend's actions. "Er, you don't have to blame her, though. I knew something was up, and you know me, I had to pester her till she told me." The pathetic attempt at a laugh was abruptly cut off as he cleared his throat, lifting his head minimally to stare at the mattress of the four poster.
"Well, I just figured, if you wanted to talk, y'know, you can talk to me." What a fine show, halting and unsure of himself, but at least he'd gotten it out. Now it was up to Remus to either accept or reject. Either way, James would feel like a right prat.