James smiled immediately. The whole bloody world could be going up in flames and Sirius would probably still be making jokes, and that was sort of the point-- the day Sirius stopped fucking around, James was pretty sure they'd be in for a whole new world of the bad sort of trouble.
So, it couldn't be too terrible.
And when Sirius mentioned Remus, James was almost surprised by the fact that he didn't feel inclined to roll his eyes. Because things were a little more complicated now, weren't they? James loved Remus to bits and all, but this was why the whole emotional bent could be such a hassle. It complicated things. Sure, James's feelings for Lily were a bit off the deep end, but he managed to keep his shit together about it. He might have pined, but he'd never felt sorry for himself about the whole thing.
Sometimes James just wanted to shake a bit of sense into Remus that would somehow fix whatever was screwy with Remus's ability to value himself. Even if Remus didn't think of himself as awesome, which he was, James did, and surely that was irrefutable evidence.
"How you see it?" James repeated, not sounding the least bit skeptical. One of the great things about Sirius was the fact that he owned himself-- how Sirius said he saw something really was how he saw it. That how he saw it sometimes didn't match the reality was no shortcoming of his, in James's mind. He knocked back a bit of the drink, which turned out to be gin. "How'd 'it' go?" Whatever 'it' was.