James nodded silently. It had been frustrating, knowing Remus was out there putting himself in harms way over and over again, while they had no idea where he even was. But then even before they'd gone into hiding, Remus' experiences had felt darker than his. After all, he had been facing dark magic with Sirius and the others at his shoulder. Remus had been alone.
Even more so, afterwards.
Still, over time that frustration and endless worry had changed a little. It had become tainted with suspicion - a bitter poison that he'd been able to taste on his tongue during sleepless nights.
"Just... go easy, yeah?"
But Sirius was already shifting, his body blurring and morphing until Padfoot was sinking down into the space beside him. James moved a little to make room, absently reaching up to scratch the spot behind the dog's ear. "We'll figure it out," he decided, his tone forceful, almost angry. "Especially once we get Moony on board. It'll take more than time travel to stop us, right?"
He didn't expect an answer as he reached across to grab Sirius' wand from where it had been abandoned. Wordlessly, James turned his attention back to trying to solve the mystery of the blurry ceiling galaxies. But even as he worked, Sirius' handwriting remained, scrawled across the sky, looming over them both.