Moving his arms to her waist, James stood then, and brought her up with him, pulling her into another hug. "I love you too," he said. "Have for ages, always will forever."
He just held her then, holding their bodies together and thinking about what had brought them here. He never got to be sad like this about her death in the Wilds, there was always too much to do. He had to care for Harry, and he was always going out, trying to hunt to bring food back for everyone. Then the blitzes... There was always something happening. Here, he had time to be sad, but no reason. Yes, he had lost his wife back home. But here she was, in his arms. His wife, his Lily, alive and well, and just as beautiful and vibrant as he remembered her.
"We have such an opportunity here," he said. "Harry's here. Our Harry. He's older, nearly as old as us... but he's our son. And someone told me there are more of him here. I've spoken to one of them. There's so much to learn here. About ourselves, and our family. We can't spend all our time being sad. We're together, and that's what's most important, yeah?"