Her change in demeanor was hard to miss, but James let the issue slide. Prying was never his forte, and he doubted that dying had done anything to improve that. His pizza consumed, he turned back to his drink. Pizza made for a nice breakfast, but James knew they probably wouldn't be able to go on like this forever. From what he understood, Remus was job hunting and Sirius was... improvising. The great depths of Sirius' resourcefulness never ceased to amuse him.
"I suppose eventually we'll have to do something about money," he thought aloud. "I reckon all my money's gone to Harry, except maybe the lot we had stashed in Godric's Hollow."
He wondered if it would even be there after all these years. The reasons to revisit the old house were mounting up. And so long as there was some kind of practical purpose, maybe a visit would be bearable. Maybe he should go alone. Or maybe with Sirius. Or maybe with Harry. Or maybe alone.
"Either way, we need to do something before Remus snaps," he continued, somewhat amused. "That man's just a touch too tightly wound."
Perhaps it was high time for Sirius and him to drag Remus out to a muggle bar. No one would recognize them, and all Remus really needed was a little help relaxing. Despite their sudden new age difference, James still very much viewed himself as an older brother to Remus, bound by duty and honor to acquaint him with the more amusing baser aspects of life.