Re: Savannah/Jamie
Jamie laughed softly. "I call my grandfather, James, too," he pointed out just because he could. "And, yes, you are a very nice person." He might be as emotionally stunted as the rest of his family, but he knew enough to know that she really didn't have to be nice to him, extenuating circumstances like death and resurrection by castle or not.
Speaking of emotionally stunted. How was he supposed to answer? Did she really want to hear about the tangle of things in his head every time he dealt with Harry? Did he even want to tell her about how weird it was to try separating the twenty-two year old in front of him from the forty-eight year old Jamie knew? Especially when the twenty-two year old sounded just like the bitter drunk he had become? "I'm...working my head around it, still," he said at last. "I need to separate the two, Harry and Dad, to do that. He's my dad. I'm not supposed to be older than he is." He wasn't supposed to be the adult. And maybe that was the problem. That ship had sailed and he was never going to get to just be Harry's son, the way his dad hadn't let him be, either. "I just need to get my bearings and figure out how to do this, that's all. It's only been a couple weeks. Some Potters don't expect miracles in that amount of time."
It was much easier to focus on the practicalities. "Scorpius wouldn't be the first to get caught up in the legend and miss the truth of the man." Jamie was actually impressed that Savannah seemed able to do so, her 'Mr. Potter' not withstanding. "Pitching it to him like exercise, training, it probably a good idea, though. Practical things make sense to him, ways to help fight whatever fight he fears is coming."