And he was. After all, he was fine. Sirius was fine. Remus was fine. And even Harry was fine. They were all alive, and that was generally a good thing, right?
There wasn't anything terribly unique about James' situation. He missed his parents. He missed his wife. There were plenty of people out there in the world who missed the same things and more. What good did talking about it do? It didn't change anything. In fact, the only thing that could change anything seemed to go a bit against the natural order of things and was caused by something none of them really understood. Nothing for it, he supposed.
Glancing over at her, however, he realized he must seem a bit out of sorts. Maybe he should have just stayed home.... Actually, why was it he'd come over? It didn't matter. It was nice that he was there. She was good company. He probably ought to say something a little more comprehensive.
"It's just... you know," his hand made a vague gesture, "... it's weird. Holidays."