[Shouting at people, that helps, sometimes. Punching things--punching people, and he tightens the fingers of his left hand at that thought, remembering the satisfaction of punching the hell out of Snape--but it hadn't lasted. That satisfaction had faded, quickly, and the hole of James' absence had only seemed deeper.
When he opens his mouth, he doesn't say anything that he was thinking, nothing about the effectiveness of screaming or shouting or anything.]
I just want him back.
[It comes out too thick; he swallows, furiously, his fingers still curled into a fist.]
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When he opens his mouth, he doesn't say anything that he was thinking, nothing about the effectiveness of screaming or shouting or anything.]
I just want him back.
[It comes out too thick; he swallows, furiously, his fingers still curled into a fist.]