For a moment, he was certain his heart had stopped beating. He couldn't believe he'd made her cry. Why did he always have to push? Fuck, he knew exactly why - because it usually got him what he wanted. However, at no point, ever, did Lily crying find itself on the list of things James wanted. At a loss for what to say, he pressed her closer still. One of his hands moved to hold her cheek, tucking her head under his chin.
"Merlin, all I want to do is remember," he sighed. "I hate not knowing, I hate that I have no memories of you and me with Harry. But- but I don't, and I don't know how to fix that. So... so you have to talk to me."