"Not that early," James shrugged, making his way into the room.
James wouldn't call himself a morning person. Or a night person. He was just an awake person. He loved his sleep, but he parted with it easily enough. Too many of his favourite activities required being awake before dawn. Or never going to sleep at all. The nice part about not sleeping was, of course, the napping. It didn't seem to do well for the ne'er-do-well image to find waking up early no challenge at all, so it was something he casually downplayed.
Carelessly draping himself across the bed nearest to Remus's, James propped up his hand on his hand. "How was the night? You seemed to make it home in one piece?"
Oh, the question was casual enough. If it hadn't been for the fact that it was Sirius who'd seen Remus home properly. And James knew it. And Remus had to know that James knew-- more than that, he had to know that James knew that he knew. So really. He was asking about the whole business with Sirius.