He raised an eyebrow at James. "It's ok, I don't mind you mentioning her." he said with a soft smile. "It's not the easiest of subjects, but I certainly wouldn't trade that beautiful little boy... and as for Sirius and I... well..." his smile faltered just a bit. "I'm not truly sure. Of course, we'll always be friends. It's just whether we're more that's at issue. And for now, I suppose I'm content to say I just don't know." he said quietly. "And I don't foresee things changing in the near future." he gave a small shrug. He couldn't say that the lack of certainty didn't bother him, but really, it couldn't be helped. At their core, he and Sirius were still 12 years apart in age. An unfortunate fact of their resurection.
In the absence of knowing exactly what to say, James opted to just let his mouth flail a bit at trying to form the words that eluded him. Thankfully, however, Remus was moving onto Sirius. "I just don't get what went wrong," James admitted. "I mean, honestly, I sort of thought it was going to be, you know, just the same as it always was- only I might actually have to knock before walking into your bedroom." A mischievous grin played at his lips. "Not that I would have, but I'd have thought about it."
Remus couldn't help but chuckle at the notion of James walking in on them... if he did, it'd be a well-deserved eyefull he got! "Yes, well...I suppose the best laid plans of mice and men, yes?" he shrugged. He really wasn't as resigned as he sounded, but at this point the last thing he wanted to do was make Sirius feel as though he were being persued. "I think that things will eventually work, but I believe he still has some wild oats to sew. I, on the other hand, don't believe I ever had such wild oats." He smiled softly, knowing that James knew of every... well, you couldn't call them sordid because this was, of course, Remus after all. But James knew of each of the small number of affairs that Remus had had through his life.
It was impossible to be devoid of any skepticism, but maybe that was just James transposing his own trappings upon the two of them. Loving someone, being around them all the time, in such close proximity after you'd slept with them was... well, if it were James, it would be all too easy to piece together a drunken, lonely evening that starts off innocently enough and then come morning you can't figure out why you're not in your own bed. Hmm. Maybe he'd look into hitting a couple of nightclubs with Sirius. For distraction's sake, if nothing else. "I think it's just you two," he sighed, half-teasing. "I mean really, all that star-crossed, hyper-repressed, werewolf/disowned vagabond, undead craziness on top of everything else? Give you the chance to be normal about it and neither one of you know what to do with yourselves."