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[alwaysimpure]

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no need to commme yb

[That's what it looks like when a drunk wizards without any grip of technology is trying to write text messages.

He sucks at it and he doesn't even care.]

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[braveatheart]

Padfoot-- Sirius!

[He'll be at the door in minutes regardless, knocking loudly enough to wake the dead.]

[alwaysimpure]

[So pounding on his head, yeah? Well, he deserves that.]

IT'S OPEN!

[And he's too busy staying on the ground and pressing his palms against his eyes while breathing evenly.]

[braveatheart]

[Oh, right. He pushes it open and goes hunting for his friend, crouching by him once he's found and placing a hand on his shoulder.]

... How much did you drink?

[alwaysimpure]

I dunno. 's alright, James, I'm a big boy.

[He'll not be putting his hands down yet, because the light seems too bright and he doesn't actually want to be sick. He also doesn't want to look at James right now.]

[braveatheart]

'Too much', then.

[He presses his lips together, then takes a knee.]

Can you get up?

[alwaysimpure]

Maybe. I don't really wanna.

When I stay down, I can't fall further.

[braveatheart]

[Very reassuring.]

You should at least go to bed, you know.

[alwaysimpure]

Can't apparate like this.

The floor's comfortable. Jus' give it a try.

[braveatheart]

Then walk. Come on, I'll help you.

[alwaysimpure]

James, please, don't be so...

[He does finally move his hands, but just to wave them vaguely.]

It's fine. It's my fault.

[braveatheart]

I know it is, and you're an idiot, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to help you to bed.

[alwaysimpure]

[Sirius stares at him for a moment, two, three, looks at him and whatever it is he sees or thinks makes him press his hands over his eyes again and turn to the side.]

I'm sorry, James. I'm so sorry.

[braveatheart]

[James' mouth opens, then closes, and rather than getting up he sits down on the floor next to Sirius and puts an arm around his shoulders.]

I know.

[alwaysimpure]

[He tenses at first, but then breathes out audibly and manages to relax, at least a little. Right now, he just wants to talk to James, tell him everything, but his mind feels fuzzy and he can barely focus.]

I miss you.

[braveatheart]

[At first, he doesn't understand, then it hits him like a speeding bludger to the chest and his throat closes up.]

Shit... Come here. [His arm tightens, drawing the other man against him.]

[alwaysimpure]

[There is a choked up sound a lot like a sob, but he doesn't resist against James pulling him, instead leaning against him, feeling even colder as he feels how warm James is.]

I just fail without you.

[braveatheart]

[It's like they're kids again, not grown men as he wraps both arms tightly around his friend and squeezes his shoulder.]

I'm sorry.

[alwaysimpure]

No. No, it's all me.

[It almost feels like being a kid again, when he wouldn't even let anyone but James realize that he sometimes needed it. But it's years later and it doesn't work the way it used to, because nothing is as it was.]

Jus' be happy here.

[braveatheart]

Yeah.

[He doesn't really know what he's agreeing to, but he nods and holds onto Sirius like he might disappear if he lets go.]

I'll try.

[alwaysimpure]

How's Lily doing? I wanted to tell her so you don't have to...

Jus' couldn't.

[braveatheart]

She's.. she's alright. It was a shock, but.. she's alright.

[James shakes his head.]

It's better that I told her. I'm her husband.

[alwaysimpure]

Yeah, I... I jus' wanted it to not be you, so you'd not have to see it. And she'd not have to hear it from you.

I... It made some sense. Sorry. I didn't say.

[braveatheart]

Sirius.. we would have had to talk about it one way or another. [A sigh.] And she might have been upset that you had to be the one to tell her.

[alwaysimpure]

I know. I know, I know, I'm sorry. I never thought I'd have to...

[He breaks off and bites down on his lip, since slapping himself seems excessive.]

I'm happy you're here, happier than you know. It's just. Sorry.

[braveatheart]

Mate, look, just-- [Ugh, why is everything about this so difficult somehow.]

Get up off the floor and let me help you to bed. I'm not going to leave you here like this.