Choices

Remus looks over at him, a weak smile managing to pull at his mouth. “It’s fine—just, maybe try not to fight everyone who steps near me yeah?”
Sirius lets out a dismissive “pfft” while simultaneously glaring at a group of second years who've dared to start walking in their direction. James is pretty sure he hears one of them actually squeal in fear.

And James thinks, this is what they mean, when they say love is falling.

Because he doesn’t know where the floor is.

Because he knows it’s going to hurt when they hit the ground.

“See, I think you might be though. Sometimes James, you shine so fucking bright I—I feel like I’m going to burn up.”