James was occasionally too dense for his own good, as he kicked himself for having let that slip his mind. He never seemed to pay as close attention to events surrounding Remus as he maybe should have, starting to feel guilty for that, too. Looking down, he took a step back and stared at his feet, trying to figure a way to smooth things over.
"Well that's history, isn't it? I'm sure he doesn't need reminding, and bloody hell," he started to get annoyed, raising his gaze to Sirius's angry expression and also barely holding back a bit of his own anger, "I bloody well didn't need it, either! You're such a fucking moron sometimes, y'know that? You've been harping on that since then? Are you mad? No wonder Moony can't get past it, what with you always acting like a bloody twat about it."
James was surprised at his own surge of anger toward his mate, but the more he thought on it, the more he remembered just how rattled he'd been during that incident. He'd been the one to come to Snape's aid; although if he'd been just a few minutes later...
Letting out a huge breath, he launched from where he stood and started a round of pacing instead of landing his fist against a wall. What a fantastic way to start the morning, when Remus needed them the most.