There few things in the world James wanted to prevent more than Lily crying. It always felt like a colossal personal failure if she started to tear up, and it was always when he knew there was nothing he could do to change or impact or do anything about what was upsetting her.
"It's okay, Lil," he said softly. It wasn't okay, of course, it was fucking absurd. A billion things should have happened differently, but it wasn't as though... well it's not like Harry had died. So that first target objective had met. And he seemed happy enough now. James, at least, had the help of Remus for broadening his perspective on the hardships even very young children were capable of bearing.
He pressed a kiss against her neck, pulling his fingertips in soft, slow circles, more an idle habit than anything else. "We're all here now. That's more than most people get, you know?"