Harry was glad that James hadn't hugged him. Not because he didn't want to hug his father, but he wouldn't have been able to hold himself together had he done it. Harry was barely holding it together as is. So, he was glad that the subject change went smoothly and just smiled awkwardly and stepped toward the cups. "Just black this morning, thank you." He needed the nip of something strong at the moment.
Studying the other man from a foot or so away, he thought back to what the Ministry must be saying about all of those. Famous wizard back from the dead. It was nice seeing his father here, but who knew who else might come through? Unfortunately, that's how Harry thought these days. Always dread. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It came after years of being the Chosen One and always waiting for a fight.
"Yeah....yeah," Harry looked down, knowing that soon the jig would be up and someone was going to have to tell him." "I mean, you haven't- I mean, you..." He let out a breath. "I'm sure it's just a shock."