"It felt longer, believe me." It had been the longest James had gone without talking to Lily since they'd been together, and by a long way. Merlin, even before that they had spoken (well, argued) most days they were at school.
He just wished she would stop mentioning Peter. Swallowing a bitter taste back down, he reached up without thinking, dragging his hand through his hair so it stood on end, shooting Lily an uncharacteristically small smile. "Oi," he teased, nudging her knee gently with his. "How clingy do you think we are? Anyway... we can always get him a basket on the floor."
In all honesty, he had slept in Sirius' room, or vice versa, a fair amount since arriving. Especially during the first few weeks. James felt that twist of guilt again, and he resisted the urge to check his journal. Remus would be looking after him.
"There's more." James twisted to face her properly, slinging one long leg over the wall so he was straddling it. "Harry's here. But he's not... he's 22. I think he's from 2003. He'sĀ brilliant, Lils. He's so great. The way he handles himself and what he's done and his friends and theĀ quidditch..."
Okay, pull it back Prongs.
He caught himself, taking a deep breath. "He'll want to see you, obviously. But - he's been through a lot."