Re: James | Remus
James shot Remus a 'really?' look. "You know how Pads is," he told him, stretching his neck so that it clicked. You didn't have to be an expert in Sirius Black (although they both were) to work out how he might be taking Saturday's events. "I can barely get two words out of him. But Lily's doing her best to help Marlene, keeping busy. I think she's annoyed at herself for freezing when it happened."
"Harry's working himself stupid - although he's stopped murdering birds, which is probably a good thing. He's so bloody single-minded, we'd probably end up with a massacre in the owlery just to be safe." He couldn't help the faint smile which twitched at the corner of his mouth at the mention of his son, but it faded quickly, replaced with a frown. "Jamie's struggling, I think. Roxanne too, I don't see her around much. They're not as used to this kind of stuff as we are." Which was a good thing, obviously, but didn't make this any easier.
The 'I'm fine' that the rest of his family seemed so fond of balanced on the tip of his tongue for a moment, but this was Remus and James had never been particularly subtle about his emotions at the best of times. He swallowed it down. "I'm tired," he admitted. Anxious fingers drummed against the pale skin of Remus' inner wrist. "I'm scared for you, and the others. I'm pissed off that our 'second chance' is being hijacked by killer birds and rogue trolls and I can't fix it. I'm worried about..." he hesitated. He hadn't thought he'd do this right now, but here they were. In for a knut, in for a galleon. "Lily's pregnant," he glanced across at Remus, another faint smile twitching. "I was going to tell you at the party, before you rudely went and got mutilated."
He tried and failed to bite back a groan, letting his face fall into the nest of his arms for a moment. "I have spoken to him. He's spoken to me. I've spoken to Lils. He's spoken to Lils. It's not that easy, Moony." He looked up again, his glasses suddenly sitting wonkily on his nose. "How can I get closure when I have no bloody idea how I feel about it all? One minute I'm thinking about forgiving him, the next I'm this close to turning him into a cockroach."