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Author's Notes: Drabble-y fic of pointlessness that came out of one of my angsty-fic-fests. Beware the severe lack of plot.
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James had had enough. This was the third time in a week that Sirius had gotten drunk out of his mind, and forced the Head Boy to put up with his retarded behavior.
"My life was a lot better before you discovered alcohol," James snarled at Sirius, and stepped around the trashed man standing in the middle of the dorm.
"Are you kidding?" asked Sirius, laughing rather bitterly. "I discovered alcohol before I even met you."
Furious, James found himself whirling around and spitting viciously. "Well, maybe my life was better before that, too."
And James stood there, frozen, unable to open his mouth and take back the words. Beneath his alcohol blush, Sirius paled drastically, his bloodshot gray eyes widening.
"You don't mean that," he said, his voice suddenly a hoarse whisper.
James didn't do anything.
"You can't mean that," insisted Sirius weakly, though his eyes had filled with tears that proved he knew better.
"Go to bed," James managed to hiss at last. "Go to bed and sleep it off. You're just lucky it's the Christmas Holidays and we don't have class in the morning."
Sirius stumbled to his bed and sunk into it, though he was still staring at James incredulously. He sat there silently, and eventually James couldn't take it anymore. "What?" he demanded.
"You're just going to pretend you never said that, aren't you." Sirius didn't make it a question, because he already knew what the answer would be. His face was damp.
James shrugged, because he couldn't do nothing in the face of Sirius's pain. Sirius never cried.
"You did mean it."
Sirius pulled his hangings and rolled over, so James couldn't see him break down completely.
Five minutes later, still staring at the bed where Sirius was sobbing silently, James confessed in a voice nobody could hear, "Yes. I did mean it."
Sirius didn't have nightmares often, but when he did, they were awful. He'd wake up screaming, every time. But James was always right there to comfort him, so it didn't matter.