THE THREE BROOMSTICKS - Remus/James
The smile turned into an almost frown as he saw the nerves wracking his friend. He rarely got to see the normally calm and collected Remus turn into a pile of anxiety, so on this occasion, he let himself wonder about it and the cause.
"I reckon you had your mind on other things. Where did Sirius get off to? I just saw him get up and go somewhere." James let his eyes wander the pub before he spotted the aforementioned mate sitting with his younger brother. He felt his eyebrows lower in mild contempt before he turned back to Remus, hiding his reaction with a piss poor attempt at a smile.
"Keep that up Moony and you'll be starting a dirty habit like mine." He pointed to his friend's hair before idly tugging at a strand of his own as he leaned back into the booth. "I hear the birds love it though, and Merlin knows that you could use a bit of skirt in your life."
As he took a heftier sip of his butterbeer, James unconsciously leaned forward, hoping to catch Remus's reaction. This had been a topic that he'd been wondering about for a while now, not quite sure what to make of his friends lately.