It was one thing to be told about his future, to hear stories that happened to a man ten to fifteen years older than he was who got married and had a baby, then died. The name might be his, but it still felt like it was something that happened to someone else, someone in a story.
It was entirely different to be faced with a flesh and blood human being -- who looked about the same age Remus did! -- calling him father and smelling like family! Fuck. Had this been what James felt when he first realized who Harry was? This sort of dumbstruck surreality doing a tango with a weird sense of awe at the possibility this might actually be real?
Realizing he was silently staring and probably worrying the other man, -- his son!? -- Remus cleared his throat and shook his head. "Sorry, wasn't expecting...well...yeah...I suppose someone your own age wasn't exactly how you pictured your father, huh?" He rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. "Come in, come in. Have a seat. I suppose the current situation is as good a place to start as any?"