Relief had washed into him, as Sirius stood, and it quickly crumbled when he found himself staggering backwards as the taller youth fell forward, leaning upon him, as means to stay upright.
He wished desperately that the other Marauders were here. It was all he could do not to lose his head. Choking on a sob, he shook his head, and tried to steady Sirius on his feet.
"You're not f--finishing anything." He pushed Sirius back into the chair, and pushed his arms against his chest, stuck his wand in his pocket and moved across the room, where he took Sirius' from the floor.
Walking back to his friends' side, Peter tried to wipe the tears from his face, only managing to smear blood across his skin.