"You can't blame me," James pointed out, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of his wife in just his shirt. Any thoughts regarding that long expanse of bare leg, however, were driven away by her next sentence.
"Uh oh," he said suspiciously. Still holding the new t-shirt, James moved towards her and sat down on the edge of the bed, giving Lily a curious look.
The mention of Peter, as always, stirred up that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one made up of anger, hurt or despair - he couldn't work out which. But Sirius... what could Sirius have said? James couldn't imagine he'd have caused any upset on purpose. Scrubbing his hand through his wet hair, James frowned at her.