James watched Remus as that almost-tangible wall went back up. He didn't say anything, he just looked at Remus. It wasn't accusing, and it wasn't suspicious, and it wasn't even dubious. Those were all things Remus might have felt compelled to address, and clearly, Remus wanted to drop it. They were in a public place, with Sirius right there and all-- they could talk about it later. But he didn't want Remus to think that they were done talking about it, and James figured it was pretty obvious that he wasn't really buying the whole 'it'll be fine' mantra Remus had picked up.
That baggage made people do fucked up stuff. He was certain of it. Really stupid stuff that he really hoped he wasn't much inclined to do under normal circumstances. And James had no intention of letting Remus do something really fucked up unless it was something he really wanted to do. And so long as it wasn't going to irrevocably break the Marauders or something. Even if it did kind of tug something at his chest, the stuff Remus wanted. It was the stuff most people wanted. And it sure as hell wasn't what Sirius had with whoever happened to be filling his bed on any given night. But--
It was complicated.
"Sure," James nodded, drawing up a smile that bordered on a grin a moment later. With all due casual airs, he took the rum from Remus, and knocked back a bit straight from the bottle. If Remus wanted to pretend everything was fine for now, James was on board. Turning back, he made his way back toward the table.
"So! Sirius!" he called, "What do you know about expanding sea-faring vessels?" His noble craft, he was certain, was due for a bit of an upgrade.