James was still trembling, but it wasn't Peter. It wasn't the boy that had brought his death. It wasn't the same one that hurt him. "I didn't know he was here till I got here," he said, his eyes trained on the other Sirius. He was annoyed that his voice was still shaking. He was annoyed that all these people were seeing it at one time. One of them he definitely didn't want to see it because she didn't deserve it.
He shook his head at Sirius' words, fingers gently tightening around his arm. "It's okay, Sirius. I'm not mad. It's okay." He wanted nothing more than to pull Sirius away and nurse his own wounds somewhere where no one else could see. He couldn't move, though. He was stuck in that one spot, right there. "Sirius," he said quietly, his fingers tugged at his arms. Ten years...Sirius had been in Azkaban for ten years.
He just stared at his best friend for a moment, trying to find something to say. Anything would be good at this point. Instead, he just moved to press his face against Sirius' shoulder."We can't, Sirius. He didn't-" But that didn't stop the aching in his chest. That didn't stop any of it.