James could be a really thickheaded prat when he wanted to be; Lily had had firsthand experience with this for six years. He was stubborn and infuriating and that was why there were still times when Lily couldn't stand him.
This, surprisingly, was not one of those times.
She knelt down beside him at the fireplace and put both her hands over his, stalling his movements. She looked directly into his eyes--hazel, he had hazel eyes, how had she never noticed that?--and spoke softly.
"James, it's been a long night. We're both tired. I think we should just go to bed."