Remus had a fleeting, rather mad thought that he shouldn’t be standing while James was rolling all over the grass like that. Crouching slightly to be more at eye level with him, he waited as patiently as he could manage to receive an explanation for this behavior. It never came. A few things sprang to mind, none of which were entirely plausible. James had fought with Sirius, James had accidentally poisoned a Professor while executing a prank on his own, James had lost all his summer assignments – you see, the list was endless.
It was only when he spoke again that Remus was partly startled out of his own rambling self-conscious, and he shook his head with complete seriousness at the question. "If that’s what you’d like, fine." Strange. A bit off. But it gave him a warm sense of purpose, all of a sudden. He’d do his very best to help if he could in any way.