"That James," Remus said with a rather large and amused smile. It was hard to forget the 5-year-old James that had been so vocal on the journals -- first acting so defensive for Sirius, and than later deciding that a Moony could also be a brother. Oddly enough, it had been everything that he'd missed about his own James.
"They clearly don't," Remus said easily, resting his cheek against the top of James' head and relaxing back against the ground. It was nice to know that, no matter what world they were in, they were all friends. He knew that a lot of terrible things happened to them, all of them, in a lot of the worlds, but their friendship lasted through so much. It was enough that he knew exactly what this James meant -- he wasn't his James, so to say. But they knew each other already. They were Moony and Prongs.