Sirius | James
Given that I am primarily the one propping you up, I am aware of it. I have, however, come to the conclusion that I should perhaps provide a space for you to unburden yourself of your complicated feelings in a written format, this is due for cathartic purposes. The written format has the advantage over verbal and unspoken in this instance due to the ability of the invited participants to engage in unburdening to their leisure.
Which to say: Mr Padfoot respectfully invites Mr Prongs to answer the fucking question.
To give you time to warm up, I'll go first. As always, respond to what strikes you fancy, bypass anything that does not, and return in kind.
How Mr. Padfoot is holding up -I expressed deep and vulnerable emotions to our Moony under private filters that culminated in me asking if he would, possibly, like to sleep with you and me tonight. If he declines, I will be turning into Padfoot for the entirety of tomorrow.
-Have promised our Moony to befriend this Roman bloke as he is convinced I will not fuck it up. Think this is unwise and unlikely. Sabrina has offered to introduce us.
-I don't know that I want to sleep with Sabrina, but I do know that if she starts paying more attention to this Roman bloke than she does me I will be mildly irritated.
-Nott tells me that Molly Weasley is the one to kill Bellatrix, which is pleasing, yet concerning given that I find it highly unlikely anything less than the loss of another family member would drive Fabian's sister to murder.
-Have yet to find anything particularly useful in this place that could help you stand against Voldemort, should you return. Coupled with the knowledge that Roman recently lost his partner to the bus, this is deeply stressing me the fuck out.
-I miss being able to work on my motorbike.
-Rather than make fun of me in the charming way of Potter men, my godson told me to 'not blame yourself, Sirius, we're all out of our element here'. This caused me to experience Emotions in a physical way in both my throat and my eyes.
-I miss our Lily so much that I have, in point of fact, experienced visual hallucinations of her on no less than three separate occasions in the last week. That she is not yet here with us to meet her son does, actually, feel as if someone has carefully pulled my heart from my chest to prevent me from doing what I wish to, which is to hammer it into a bloody pulp.
-I want to have a pint and eat a fucking Adana Kebab.
-Every time I interact with Harry, I love him ten thousand times more than the last time I spoke to him. Given that this kid was my number one priority when he was a baby and so I was, obviously, really quite enamoured with him, and that given that when I first met him as an adult, I fell in love with him instantly with the fire of a hundred thousand supernovas, this is quite alarming.
In conclusion The Bellatrix being murdered by Molly thing cheered me up a fair amount, trying to focus on that.
When we return you to your own dimension and save the lives of all concerned, I request that you and our Lily do the Sirius of your home dimension the personal favour of refraining from having any more children, if this is the intensity of love I am apparently capable of experience for your child.
Will nevertheless need you to come with me at some point hence to break very, very many things. Perhaps also steal a motorbike or a bus to play around with.