Re: Log: James P/Sirius B
[Almost completely submerged, but for the top of his head, ears up, James peered silently at Sirius as the other boy thrashed to the surface of the bath and drew himself further away. His smile was entirely conspicuous, in spite of the lack of visible mouth, but—not for the first time, the expression waned. He blinked some water out of his eyes, digging a knuckle under his glasses as he stood some.] I do. [He sighed.
James didn't much worry about how he appeared to Sirius Black. They'd been through thick and thin and back, they were like brothers, it didn't matter to him if the other boy saw him sad about something he had every right to be sad about. So he let his shoulder sag. But he knew—he couldn't dwell on it. Not now.] What do we do for Harry, hm?