Harry listened, though if he had expected advice he could listen to, Remus only made him laugh. "Do you have any idea how much James would hate you right now?" he asked amused. "First you throw a bunch of books at him, then you use the word 'let'. He'd storm out if I tried that one."
"Hell I did try that one, only with showing him a pensive scene of what the Dark Arts could do, he refused to even look." He sighed. "Can you see Sirius reading up on theory?" he asked. "James is much the same way."
He shook his head. "I need to somehow find a way to balance not agreeing with him with showing him that I accept that it's his choice, and hope against all hope that he makes the right one," he said. "I just don't know how. I try, but I open my mouth and out comes explanations of why I feel and think the way I do in some vain hope that Jamie will understand my reasons for not agreeing with him and all Jamie hears is 'do what I want you to do'."
"Maybe I need to care less about him understanding me, but I have this idea that if he just knew where I was coming from, if he could see my reasons, then we'd be able to discuss and reason with each other like adults. Only I'm his father and keep coming back to things like 'I worry', 'I'm afraid'."
"Or worse - 'when I was in your situation'," he said with a smirk. "Is there any better way to feel old?"