Who: Sirius and James What: Interventionish. When: Right around here. Where: The Black House. Black Hall. I gotta figure out a name for that house. Why: We're all worried about James
Sirius had become quite worried about James. He was clearly affected by the things he went through at the hands of the Death Eaters, but he wasn't talking about it and he wasn't dealing with it and he wasn't okay. That much was clear. The thing was, the changes he was seeing were so subtle most people wouldn't notice. But Sirius noticed. And Harry noticed, Reums noticed. The only reason he hadn't said anything yet was that he didn't have a solution. He didn't know what they could do about it, but it wasn't getting better so they needed to figure something out. Sirius wasn't even sure James knew how much he was affected.
After finding company for Harry, James came over to hang out. Sirius hoped that his plans for the afternoon would make it easier to broach the difficult topic of James' mental stability, or lack thereof. He spent their time together really watching James, trying to get a read on him and to have a few recent examples to pull from, before they had the Talk.
Together they transfigured and ran and frolicked through the wood behind the Black house for a couple of hours, time that felt good to them both. They next went to the motorcycle/broom shop they had basically abandoned many years ago. Neither of them could remember when, exactly, they stopped going but Sirius was fairly sure it had something to do with the kids. He would have been happy to spend a long time rummaging around there, but James became a bit pensive and Sirius suggested dinner at a pub before he became too sad.
After the pub, they went back to Sirius' where James seemed fairly relaxed as they sampled a few different cocktails using Sirius' homemade limoncello.
"How are you feeling?" Sirius asked, when they hit a prolonged lull in the conversation.