It occurs to James that they’re sitting awfully close together on James’s bed. He's suddenly, acutely aware that if he just inched his fingers a little to the left-the heat of Sirius’s skin is bleeding through his robes, and James’s hands start to sweat. His eyes follow Sirius’s fingertips as they comb the hair out of Sirius’s face and settle in his lap, twisting around themselves, and James is seized with an urge to grab them and. What? What does James want, anyway, that he doesn’t already have? He doesn’t want to do anything to spook Sirius, who’s clearly still-to call him “rattled” would be an understatement.
