"Of course not," he returned with a it of a smirk. "An exception might be made for Remus. But, even then, they underestimate him because he's nice."
When she rephrased it, then he did understand better what she was trying to say and he nodded. "That's easier said than done, you know. This has been me trying to soften the parts of me that are like him, to find better ways of doing things." Granted, that was difficult when he was also trying to live up to all the expectations, including his father's. He was also pretty sure Savannah was the only person besides Al and Lilu to actually believe in him about anything. Expectations were not the same as faith. And Jamie suspected even inside the family, not just in the press, he was expected to fail because he wasn't The Boy Who Lived.
"Of course he is. It's a badge of honour in the Weasley family to drink firewhiskey like a fish drinks water and still be mostly sober. They start drinking moonshine with Hagrid before they sit their O.W.L.S." Jamie chuckled humourlessly. "I think the three of us confounded the poor man because we had no interest in it." And, of course, Hagrid was worse than Grandma Molly when it came to wearing Harry Potter shaped blinders.
"I'm not sure I even know who I am in the first place, Savannah." Sighing softly, he reached up to touch her cheek briefly with his knuckle. "I wasn't ready for serious when we were together. Doubt I am, still. Serious means...letting someone in, letting them see behind the 'smart, jock, prankster, brother, public face' to the kid with daddy issues and no sense of self outside who he is in relation to his father. I don't know. The only thing I've ever known for certain was that I needed to be worthy of the way they look up to me, Al and Lilu. I didn't want to disappoint them the way our parents did."