Once again, James didn't know what to say. When had he stopped knowing how to talk to Peter? Was it when he'd heard about their future, or was it before that? Perhaps James had been so caught up with the wolf lurking outside his family home that he had somehow lost track of the others. It was like spinning plates - you could have most of them perfectly in the air, but look away and you might not notice one was falling until too late.
"I can tell," he finally agreed. James hesitated. "I never wanted you to feel like you couldn't come for me about anything. I dunno when that happened, maybe it was a slow thing, like you said, and I wasn't paying enough attention. After Harry was born it became harder to... that was the most important thing."
It was hard to explain. Everything had shifted on the day Harry was born. All of his priorities had realigned. The same thing had happened when he'd fallen for Lily, but this time it had felt bigger, more permanent. Like the world had tilted on its axis a little. James sighed.
"A different Marauders would be great, Pete. But... I just don't know how me and you can come back from this. I'm worried this is too big for that."