James would never have worn that nearly jet-black hair that short, but that was mostly because James had always used his hair as a method of flirtation. When she finally got over her annoyance with him, Lily had found it appealing, too. And really, Lily's approval was all James had ever needed to keep his hair one style or another.
But Harry wasn't James. No matter how much he looked like him, and no matter how much he acted like him, Harry was his own man. A man who'd seen too much and faced too many things to ever truly be compared to his father.
A man who obviously needed a bit of reassurance.
Remus gestured to the spot that Harry had abandoned on his arrival, nodding. "May I join you? If you don't mind. I didn't mean to interrupt. I know you've been here longer than I have, I only just found this spot yesterday." And he'd only just arrived the day before that, but he wasn't sure whether telling Harry that would be beneficial or not.