Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

james potter is SUPERBADASSNINJAAWESUM (staghearted) wrote,

James's throat closed over, tightening until he almost couldn't breathe, and his eyes welled up, rendering his vision blurry even with his glasses on. But it was mostly overwhelmingly good, to hear the same sentiment echoed right back at him. He threw his arms around Sirius and held him so tightly he thought he might crack his friend's bones. His friend. His best friend, close to his heart even in a way that Remus wasn't, although he loved Remus with every fiber of his being. Sirius-- Sirius was like the brother he'd never had.

Even if he'd possessed a single ounce of shame, he wouldn't have cared that they were two grown men clinging to each other and trying not to cry. Or at least, James was trying-- and mostly failing-- on the not crying part. He lifted his head briefly, only so he could take off his glasses and bury his face properly in Sirius's shoulder near his neck, his hands tightening in his friend's robes, so hard that his knuckles went white.

"Don't you dare," he managed with a choked laugh, finally, "Ever run off on me like that again. No matter what, you understand?" He attempted to give Sirius's head a mostly playful whack with one hand without letting go of him, but it didn't have much force, and a moment later his fingers just curled into Sirius's hair. "You bloody idiot."